Reasons I'm inspired to write at this very moment:
1.  I've gained 4 lbs since I stopped my last Whole 30.
2.  It took my 47 minutes to run 4.2 miles.
3.  I only workout 3 days a week on  a consistent basis.
4.  I'm closer to the The Healthiest Version of Me than I have been in years but I want more progress.

For whatever reasons I have definitely been "On the wagon" for a while now.  At least 80% of the time I eat right and exercise...but I can do more.


Here are my top 2 excuses:
1.  I'm tired.
2.  I'm busy.

There are 24 hours in a day.  I can find time to add in 2 more days.  I can do more.  You can do more too.  Let's do more.


No excuses.



My goal is to add 2 more consistent days of exercise.  It doesn't necessarily have to be Crossfit (although if I just signed up for 2 more days that would take care of it right there).


Things I'm considering doing:
1.  Walking around school during my lunch.
This reminds me of my old teachers who would bring their sneakers to school and walk in their long dresses and tennis shoes during their lunch breaks...hilar.  That will be me but hopefully these will be the shoes on my feet.


2.  Add a day of Crossfit
This makes motivation so easy.  "Class is at 6 pm."  So I go because if I don't people will ask me where I've been or, through the magic of Facebook and me constantly incriminating myself through there, they will already know.


3.  Ride my bike
I love my bike.  I love riding my bike.  Cyclists, do you still ride in the summer?  Early am?  Where?  I need ideas.


4.  Swim
That doesn't say lay out.  SWIM.  Don my Speedo, get in, put my goggles on and swim laps.  My dad is constantly trying to get me to wear a snorkel in the pool because my aunt, him, and my mom used to go to the pool with their snorkels and swim 2-3 miles a day.  Um, way to go old people for swimming 3 miles a day, that's a shit-ton of laps (216 to be exact) but I'm not 80 and I'm going to go ahead and skip the snorkel.  PS.  You're on Tom's Team.


5.  Yoga
Ohhhmmmmmmm.  I'm on the look-out for a Bikram Groupon for this summer.  Must stretch my body.


There are a million ways to get my body moving more than I do.  I'm committing to this which is why I'm blogging about it.  Both of you readers really hold me accountable.  ;)

Tell me what you're committing to do this week.  I'll help you stay accountable.  You help me.  Let's do this.  No excuses.


In the meantime, I'm off to my happy place.  Who needs motivation when all I have to do is follow directions?  They'll kick my ass for me.

I gave up my Bikram V-Card today. Yeah, that's right, I did it. As with most first times, it wasn't quite as good as I had hoped it would be but I'm sure it will get better.

Here are some mental notes I made during the 90 minutes of hell class.

1. It's hot.
No, it's really freakin' hot. I walked in and thought, "Hmmm, this isn't that hot." I was secretly patting myself on the back for being so tough when all my friends, who have talked about it, have said how hot it was. So I sat and waited for class to start. Then the instructor came in and went to the thermostat. LPIMH: Why is she going over there? Then the heat kicked on. WTF?! It's gonna get hotter. It got a LOT hotter.

2. Carpet??!?!?
Who was the genius who designed this place to have carpet on the floor?!?! It stinks in here. LPIMH: Maybe it's my imagination. Maybe that's the smell of carpet. I'm sure nobody actually sweats on the carpet. That's why we have towels and mats. During class: We sweat ON the carpet. People, myself included, were DRIPPING on the carpet. SICK! I wonder how much sweat is in that carpet. Ugh, let's not think about it anymore.

3. L-O-N-G
It's 90 minutes. That's as long as most movies. Ok, not as long as Schindler's List, but they have an intermission in there. That class is only 20 minutes shorter than Forgetting Sarah Marshall. It's 6 minutes shorter than Juno. Ok, I'll stop googling the running times of movies. You get the point. It's a long damn time to be that hot.

4. So, I can't drink water whenever I want? I thought I was 30.
So the first "party time" (their term, not mine) which is the time you're ALLOWED to drink your water was 20 minutes in to class. Note to self: drink a lot of water BEFORE you go next time.

5. The teacher talks A LOT!
She talked for 90 minutes straight. For 90 minutes there were words coming out of her mouth. That's a whole lotta talking!

6. These people are RIPPED!
Men, ripped. Women, ripped. Men, in Speedo-like shorts, ripped. Women, in tie-up fancy colored bathing suit like bikinis, ripped. If this is what Bikram does to your body, I'll keep torturing myself.

7. I got "called out" at least 20 times.
"Ok, everyone put your hands under your heels and pull straight up. Katie (on a microphone on an elevated stage, no doubt), I actually need your hands under your heels." LPIMH: Yes. I heard you. Can you see me trying? It's not like I'm trying to be defiant. She said my name more than anyone in the class. I'm sure the other people were like, "Who the f*** is Katie and why did she come if she can't do anything?!"

8. It was actually really rewarding...when I was done...and home.
I felt awesome when I got home. I was shaking trying to walk to my car and driving was a bit dicey but when I got in my door, life was good. My body tingled like it was happy.

My body is happy. I'll be back tomorrow morning. Does it get easier? Will ALL of the instructors call me out? I'm never telling anyone my name again.