After wasting a lifetime chasing quick fixes, I finally put my big girl pants on and took accountability for my health. I exercised every single day of 2013. And it didn't kill me. So now I'm continuing my journey of well-being into 2014. Please join me!
I had never made a New Year’s Resolution in my life. What compelled me to do so January 1, 2013, at age 46, I’m not exactly sure.
I guess it probably started in November of 2012 with my made-on-a-whim-but-it-was-the-best-decision-of-my-life trip to Malibu for a week-long stay at Fitness Ridge, a Biggest Loser Resort. Check out How a Groupon Changed My Life for that back-story.
I was pretty committed to making better food, fitness and life choices after that life-changing week (although the holidays were definitely not shining examples of healthy living). But if I’m being honest, I wasn’t making the big, and permanent, changes I needed to make if I was really going to address my health issues.
And so I found myself waking up Jan 1, 2013, slightly hungover, and feeling a little soft from several gym-free days over the holidays. I decided to hike in Red Rock Canyon (Las Vegas). 2.5 strenuous hours later, I reached the peak [gasping for breath and a tad woozy], and was rewarded with a fantastic unobstructed view of The Strip on a gorgeous clear day.
And that’s when I made my New Year’s Resolution: I resolved to make 2013 My Year of Sweat. I was going to work out each and every day of the year, come hell or high water.
The resolution was about focusing on health and wellness. It was about getting off the blood pressure medication I had been on for 4+ years. It was about being able to climb a few flights of stairs without huffing and puffing. And yeah, it was also about tightening up the flabby bits.
So the plan was as follows: rain or shine, sick or healthy, on the road or at home, working or on vacation, I would work up an intense sweat each and every day of 2013.
And guess what… I DID!!!
Keep moving y’all!