Basically, I’m really terrible at getting my ass off the couch to exercise and even worse at keeping a blog about doing it.

In the past two years, my grandparents on my mom’s side have been diagnosed with colon cancer/lung cancer (grandpa) and breast cancer (grandma) while my grandpa on my dad’s side may be suffering from dementia (he also has hearing loss and a growth on one ear which he refuses to see a doctor about). If anything, learning all of this has spurred me even more to eat better and stay active.

My junkfood intake has shrunk, but the meals we eat at home are still bad considering my dad is unable to bring himself to eat healthier and insists on full meals of red meats and starches, never mind him being diabetic (another thing that runs in the family). I don’t often drink sodas or eat loads of sweets, so there’s that.

I have to make a decision now, though. I can’t wait until I’m 30 years old and on the verge of a health crisis to care. I can’t wait until the shit hits the fan to do something about it. I cut out caffeine years ago, so I know I can cut out the rest of the junk. And, I know that once I do it, it will get much easier to stay healthy. Today, I did 40 push ups, 20 crunches, and 70 jumping jacks. I had the treadmill cleaned off to use, but my dad stacked all the junk back up on it after he took the console apart. But, this is where I’m starting and what I’m starting with: thin layer of belly fat, undefined muscle, uneven boobs caused by fat gain, and a stubborn family. This isn’t going to be easy.

2 Months Later:

I haven’t done anything productive for my health or otherwise. I’m a procrastinator, a big one, and I can’t seem to find the strength to get myself off my butt and get in shape. I blame it on not having an optimal time frame, but that’s only partly true.

My dad sleeps in until noon, so I can’t make a whole lot of noise in the house, and there’s no room to move in my bedroom. I end up sleeping until noon, too, and then I can’t really do anything else until about 2:30. It also doesn’t help that my neighborhood is not that great for running alone and the treadmill is piled high with things that are not mine and thus I cannot move those things.

Of course, I don’t know if I’d want to be running out in the heat we’ve been having even if I were in a better area.

#thecomplaintsofaprocrastinatingformerdancer

In struggle, find strength.

(via missmightymouse) —

Happiness Isn’t Only Physical Health

Since I’ve been stressed and I’m trying to ebb all of that nastiness, I’ve decided to start reading more over my summer holiday. I used to be able to read 5 books at a time and keep the characters and plots straight. I haven’t read more than one book at a time since I was 13. Reading puts me in a good mood because I’m devoting time to something engaging and something that I wholeheartedly enjoy. I think I’m going to pick up Jane Austen again. I started reading Pride & Prejudice a couple of years ago but never finished. It’s romantic and this is spring so I might as well. :)

May 21 2012

Today I went out and bought myself a hula hoop (fitness hoop). The good thing is that I can still get the thing going and keep it going. It’s been almost ten years since I last used one and I’m rather proud. So, now I have a nice pair of running shoes and a hula hoop. The next step is to get the treadmill cleaned off and usable. Obvs can’t use it properly when it’s being treated as a storage shelf.

I’m Starting Over

2:29 AM

I’ve recently been going through some tough stuff and in an attempt to find an escape from the stress, change, and sadness, I remembered this blog I started a few months ago. This blog was originally supposed to be a fitness blog, but I never got around to it. The text posts I’d previously made have now been deleted and I’m starting over. I need an escape from real-life for a bit so I’m going to try and turn back to exercise again. Everything on here isn’t going to be about fitness or health or my body; it’ll be a jumble of stuff because I need a happy place, untainted. Feel free to come along for the ride. :)

previously: soloscout