May Who’s DDM?

After having sat on the tarmac for a few months, I have finally left the gate. Running. I am slowly accelerating as I rev my engines and prepare to take off. There was some de-icing over the winter, but then things would freeze up and I was repeatedly delayed.  Delayed from getting and staying in shape.

The time has come. The time has come for me to shed the 10 pounds I have put on since last fall.

I have stretched out my limbs. I have twisted and turned my body as I work to relieve my ever annoying sciatica, all thanks to the 3 Wee Ladies. I have bought protein powder to ingest for breakfast and after my runs. I am ready to take on the limestone-packed trails which surround our new home.

All I have to do is stop eating the meals of the Wee Ladies. I need to focus. I need to forget those last few mouthfuls of cereal in the breakfast bowl- times three. I need to forget about splitting another banana with The Destroyer. I need to stop taking a bite of every single thing I give them to eat. This is what is killing me. These are the 10 pounds that have crept on. Not the muffins I like to make and eat so much.

I have made a pact with myself. I do not have a gym membership anymore. I have the great outdoors. And one martial arts studio down the road where a friend and I pay 6 bucks to punch and kick a bag for 45 minutes once or twice a week. I am biking with the Wee Ladies and then running by myself at night while I listen to podcasts of CBC’s Stuart McLean’s Vinyl Café.

I thought I could maybe get up and run in the morning. There is no way that is happening in this lifetime. I even set the alarm. It goes off and in impressive, record speed, my arm snaps over and bangs it off, like a frog catching its meal, only I want the madness of early morning radio to shut up. And I don’t even get through a fraction of a sentence. It’s amazing what a sleeping body can accomplish.

We shall see how this all plays out. We will find out soon enough if I can kick the carb habit by a small fraction and continue exercising. My will power is under intense pressure.

It has been a week and so far so good. No weight has been shed yet. Maybe it’s because of the huge club sandwich with a 2 cup portion of hash browns I consumed for lunch today.

I want May to be the month where I head down the runway and take off running.

All’s I’m sayin’s all.

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