This is the problem.
So here it is, another year past and again I stand upon the scale looking down a wondering how those last five pounds snuck up on me.
Really Karen. This is no mystery.
All year I train and focus, I blog and tweet, I talk a good talk. And then January comes and those five pounds slink their way back around my waist, like an unwanted arm on a bad date.
But this year it feels worse for some reason. Last night I set up the trainer. A necessary evil, indeed, but the trainer does maintain a level of fitness in these snowy winter months. Last year I felt a bit burnt out on cycling, and I blamed that on starting back too quickly after the holidays. I had needed more of a break. This year, I took it. Four months off the bike. Four months!
Last night I tried spinning. Let me give you a blow by blow on how that went:
30 seconds in: huh…this is kind of hard.
60 seconds in: is there something wrong with the crankset?
Minute 20 in: oh my sweet lord, it’s me! I’ve lost this much fitness? How?!?
The next 15 minutes: noooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!
I only lasted about 16 minutes before quitting. Embarrassing, but there’s lots of time to improve upon that.
One part of my body that hasn’t stopped exercising is my big mouth, powered by a sweet tooth. I took the above pile of Xmas stocking candy to work, where it was gone within an hour. At least I didn’t eat it. Well, any more of it, that is.
Here’s to resolutions. What’s old is new again. We should be good at this by now, shouldn’t we?