It's time for another crazy-check. This time, I'm shining the crazy spotlight directly on myself.
That's right. I'm crazy.
Seventeen days ago, I decided it would be a swell idea to do Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred DVD six days a week for thirty days. My biggest motivation was indeed wanting to be shredded. In other words, I felt like I needed a kick-start after a winter of dedicated snacking and practically non-existent exercising.
The funny thing about my body is it doesn't respond to this calorie vs. exercise imbalance right away. It waits for habits to form. Everything seems perfectly fine for a while, and then, all of a sudden, it's like the dryer has shrunk every item of clothing I own. It's depressing.
I'd tried to start the 30 Day Shred exercise program in January, but every time the slightest inconvenience came up, I'd ditch it. I wanted this time to be different.
Long story short, I met up with a few friends who also wanted their exercise routines to be different. We decided to keep each other accountable for our health goals. A Facebook Group was organized, a meeting was held, smoothies were consumed. We were pumped!
But 30 Day Shred, six days a week? Insane. I don't know what I was thinking.
Well, I do know what I was thinking. It said 30 days right in the title. I thought that was what I was supposed to do. Thirty days. In a row. It's crazy.
I will complete my goal, if only because my self-imposed consequence for missing a day is a 4.5 mile walk/jog, which includes a long stretch of road with nary a side walk or bike lane in sight and plenty of big ol', fast moving city buses.
But that doesn't mean I don't wish for a time machine. I'd go back and pledge FIVE days a week. Or maybe four. It's half-way through my crazy, self-imposed challenge and I'm so exhausted I can't even muster the energy to get excited about the progress.