I wish I were more consistent about this blogging thing.

Anyway, all regrets aside.  It is a New Year!  I really like making resolutions.  It quickly evolves into my resolutions basically proclaiming that I am going to improve each and every aspect of my life.  I will be a new, more perfect person as the year breaks.  This never happens.  I do pretty well; I have largely eliminated procrastination as a vice and this year I am kicking ass on the working out and eating better, but I don't think Dec 31st will ever come and I'll be content to not make any changes.  But thats not the way we work, is it? 

So far I have been really successful about the eating/working out.  I am even enjoying it a little.  I've started interval training, which goes a little something like this:

Begin workout.  This of course requires at least 20 minutes of heavy internal wrangling, talking myself into taking the step of putting on the shoes, the sports bra and walking to the gym room.  The hardest part is usually getting up off the couch.  Which is why that book titled "So and So Gets Up Off the Couch" is a great title.  I think of that a lot during the internal wrangling.  It's like in the morning, when you KNOW you have to get up and go to work, but the bed is warm, and sleep is nice, so you struggle and push things until the last minute, then you run with wet hair to your car because your late. 

After about 3 minutes of light peddling or jogging, I kick it up a notch to a 7.  I last for about 30 seconds, and then I collapse back into a slog, thoroughly exhausted.  Repeat, adding intensity until I am peddling at a 9, ready to die and take everyone with me until the stupid digital clock ticks over and tells me how far I've gone, and I can stop, and relax.  For a minute and a half, and then the process begins all over again. 

I will be happier when it is nicer outside, and I can run.  Running in the cold makes me feel like a badass, but it also makes me feel like crap.  If I can tough out the working out in the cold, then when spring comes it'll be soo easy, and I'll be thin and won't have any problems, ever again.  I'll get to stop making resolutions!

Doubtful.  Probably not even desirable, really.