#leaves2016

[m0shete1]

Be the most, Be the least

Every year, I try to come up with some sort of catchy motto to motivate me as I attempt to follow through with my New Year’s Resolutions. After last year’s epic failure (RIP leaves2016), I’ve re-calibrated, thought about some things, and after a drunken night partying, come up with this:

Be the most, Be the least. 

A two part resolution that takes into account a variety of things I’d like to accomplish this year. 

“Be the most” refers to my desire to stop sitting around and waiting, and just do things. To be the most “Catherine” self that I can be all the time, and stop letting myself stand in my own way. To finish my to-do lists, tend to my responsibilities, and take chances. I spent last year slowly slipping into a puddle of depression and snack foods, and know it’s time to start changing the things that make me unhappy. 

Be the least is a more literal motto. Get your health situation in check and lose the damn weight. Part of my depression puddle is just, I’m not feeling the changes I’ve put my body through, and have been too lazy/unmotivated to DO anything about it. But, in order to be the “least” (aka, fit into my pants again), I gotta do the most-- Eat meals at regular times, take pride in the food I eat, and keep yourself accountable, both in the kitchen and at the gym. 

I’m working on creating a support system for these goals, and will hopefully be more active on my tumblr as I attempt to keep myself in check. 

wish me luck! 

[m0shete1]

Finally started making an effort to exercise again. Went to the gym Wednesday and today (Friday).

Still eating enough to cancel it out, but once I have finished building the perfect playlist, I will be unstoppable. That, or I need to grow the balls I need to bring my iPad in, because if I could watch something other than Wayne Brady’s “Let’s make a Deal” or Fox News, that would be great. 

My real problems are as follows:

The gym is full of intimidating dude bros and women in makeup 

I don’t know how to use any of the cool looking equipment and the things I can use are boring

I don’t have any specific cardio goals- like, today the only thing that kept me going was the whole “try and shave 30 seconds off the 1 mile time from Wednesday”, but that game can only last so long, and anyway, I’m on the elliptical so it’s not a REAL mile

The only classes during the time I can go are taught by the mean lady, and I’m scared to tell her of my bad knees because she will be like “QUIT MAKING EXCUSES PUNK” and I will try and then break my knees. 

I’m being a baby, haha. Most of it is just lame old fear, which I will get over shortly (because I’ve written it down and acknowledged it right now), but some of it is just like, general dissatisfaction with my life leading me to question “the point.” Also, taking the bus to the gym is a pain- I read my book on the bus ride there, and then inevitably get pissed when I arrive because I have to stop reading the book to work out. 

I’ll figure it out. 

[m0shete1]

5 min abs killed me I know what to work on...