“I will gain 20 pounds of muscle.”

Or so I like to tell myself, because I’m embarking on an exercise/food/whatever regimen with a good friend. This ties in appropriately with my resolution to eat healthily this year. I found it very. bloody. difficult. to go a week without McDonalds (having just done so this past week), but I like to think it’s a good start. The lowdown: working on eating right and cardio exercises before we get into strength training (if we do at all), so I can extricate fast food from my diet and concentrate on - wait for it - the five food groups! Hooray. Plus cardio crap to come as it progresses. The fine print (as per a MySpace message back and forth sent a few days ago, negotiated over and over, then send back and forth a few more times):

  1. Write down everything we eat. Everything. we. eat. I managed it yesterday and I stopped eating so much out of pure shame, so at least I know it works.
  2. Monday, Wednesday and Friday will be days of 30-minute runs in the pattern of run for 4 minutes, walk for 2, run for 4, walk for 2, etc. Can be replaced with 45 minutes of indoor mild aerobic activity (i.e. treadmill, exercise bike, etc.) in the circumstance of bad weather.
  3. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday will be devoted to a routine of core exercises. All of them, yes, but not necessarily in one go. These are okay to not follow through with, but I like to think I’m determined and motivated (despite being on holiday for a third of a freaking year) enough to follow through anyway. Essentially, in listing whatever exercises we’ve done, it’s to ensure we don’t both end up cheating in the long run.

Simple. Straightforward. And doesn’t even require a gym membership (gyms scare the shit out of me anyway). My main motivation for doing all of this: I suddenly felt extremely bloated after reading all of that, the dancing year is starting up on February 4th, and what with doing two long-ass three-hour classes a week and regular competitions, I need to get into shape. Skinny (read: anorexic-looking) does not necessarily equal in-shape, ergo I need to start getting off my ass and doing something constructive and productive for a change.

So. Xuan’s Generic Mantra for … however long this regimen will go for: “I will gain 20 pounds of muscle mass by the time the State Champs roll in.”

And … Xuan’s Actual Mantra For This Regimen: “I’m sick of feeling bloated all the fucking time, so let’s do this already and take it a day at a time. WOO! *bounce*”

Mmm. The smell of productivity. Now I’m off for a run/walk/breakfast.

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