One Month Challenge: Fun with Fitness, Week 3

I basically live my life by the phrase “go big or go home.” I’m an extremist in every way. I either love something or hate it, am obsessed or utterly disinterested. So after last week’s Rollerblading success during spring break, I returned to campus with the goal of exercising EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Now, for someone who hasn’t exercised consistently in four years, that’s quite the lofty goal. I would venture that it’s relatively impossible. But my intentions were good–I wanted to come out of this One Month Challenge with exercise as part of my daily routine, a regular part of my life, rather than a series of one-time attempts at athleticism.

Needless to say, I didn’t exercise every day this week. I exercised one day. So I’m going to throw my “go big or go home” philosophy out the window right now, because I’ve found that in exercise, sometimes it’s the little things that make a difference. Maybe this is just an elaborate attempt to prove to myself that I didn’t fail this week, but let’s just go with it for now.

Following the tips of fellow College Candy writer Jill, I set out this week to make a series of small changes to my lifestyle. I stretched every morning when I woke up and every night before I went to bed. I ate breakfast every morning, bypassing the Reese’s Puffs for fat-free yogurt, a bagel and veggie cream cheese, half a grapefruit, a banana, oatmeal. I took the stairs instead of the elevator at work. And I set a more reasonable goal: to attend a fitness class in our campus rec center.

I planned to attend a Pilates class on Thursday evening, because I’d gone to the class before and it wasn’t something that was outside my comfort zone. But once I’d returned from a full day of classes and had gotten comfortable watching Gilmore Girls on the couch, my dedication to attending that class waned. In what I assume is God’s way of telling me to get off my lazy ass and exercise, I overheard one of my sorority sisters, Jane, asking another girl if she was going to Pilates that night? I took it as a sign that I should go to the class with Jane, and so I did.

Despite the ridiculous amount of pain I feel when I try to sit down, I consider Pilates a success. And despite the awkward noise my hips made during some leg exercises (Irish dancing made me oddly double-jointed), I had a lot of fun at the class, and I’m excited to go back. I’m also two stamps closer to a free T-shirt (our rec center bribes us for going to fitness classes), and you all know how I feel about physical rewards.

I’m going to start smaller this week, making an effort to go to Pilates on Tuesday and Thursday, and hope to Rollerblade around a local lake on Wednesday. It’s not much, but it’s a start, and it’s a lot more realistic than expecting myself to do a hardcore workout every day of the week. And I’ll keep up with the easy little changes I’ve made. I’ve only got one week left, so I’m going to make it count. I’ll keep you posted!

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