Workout Wednesday (6/24/2020)

So here’s progress:

So June 6 was the first day I did actual sets–I’m working on sixes right now. If I can do any, I can do six more. So June 6, I did three sets, give or take.

By continuing to do this every day after walking–with a couple days here and there where I did nothing–by June 19, I got up to four sets of jumping jacks, and four sets of squats, and three sets of hop heel clocks and plank jump-ins and push-ups and sit-ups, 18 each.

It’s not hard to go from a total 144, my first goal in June, to hitting 500 in total, which is my last goal for this month.

… I will also note two things. I’m writing this on Monday, and I did not do bodyweight today. I also haven’t written yet. It’s easier to do in the morning, before breakfast, rather than later in the day. That affects my count, and my morale. But I can get right back in it. I hit 408, dang it!

The other thing to note is that I’m trying to get to a specific goal right now–four sets on each exercise (30 for jumping jacks, 24 for squats, 18 for the rest, giving a total of 504)–and I may hit it before I post this. I may not. I struggle with sustaining the practice. I keep wanting to go higher and higher rather than getting used to the constant work.

Workout Wednesday (6/10/20)

I’m still walking. Brian and I are getting up at five–as mentioned in yesterday’s discourse on woodland creatures and rain-capture barrels–and we do two miles or so as the start of our day. We’ve only done this for three days, but it’s what I’ve wanted and I love it.

We’re figuring out what walks in the evening look like–if it’s too hot for the dogs, can we do different routes, etc.

The other part of these workouts is bodyweight exercises, per the recommendations of the health app I’m using, and, you know, common sense. I must commend unto you the workouts from Darebee, as they’re made for people like me: complete novices who are also nerds.

I think I’m using an old workout, or at least, I can’t find it quickly because I don’t remember the name specifically–but it’s simple. There are six exercises: sit-ups, push-ups, jumping jacks, jump-in planks, hop heel clicks and squats. Each rep is worth one point. Get to 1,000 points.

I’ve broken 200, doing this for about a week. I think the challenge is to work out numerous times during the day, and I may or may not. But this is me trying, at least. My goal for the next ten days is 250–with as many jumping jacks and squats, and more push-ups and sit-ups. (I did thirty sit-ups today. That’s way better than my regular zero.)

And there you have it.

Workout Wednesday (5/27/20)

This kind of post will not have pictures for a long time.

Hi, my name is Arthur. At about age twenty, my metabolism started to slow, and through my twenties, I continually thought, “Well, I should take better care of my body,” which led to things like gym memberships I used once, swimming jags, and of course, deciding to eat healthily, buying a ton of vegetables and lean meats, and forgetting to plan or avoiding the work of cooking or making excuses, blah blah blah. I’d go on pretty good streaks, every now and again; but ultimately, I began accustomed to the weight that came on and just stayed.

Now, I should note a few things before I continue:

  1. There’s no such thing as a beach body, unless your body happens to be at a beach. That is to say, standards for physical appearance are absolutely cultural; I think there’s something to the idea of fitness at any size. And ultimately: you do you. Your body is not mine to police, legislate, judge or condemn.
  2. I am doing this for me, not for anyone else. I really do enjoy exercising. I had an awakening a few years ago when someone told me the atoms that composed me were on loan from God, and at that point, I stopped hating the meat and started loving it instead. And while I like the sentiment of that C.S. Lewis quote, “We are not bodies with souls; we are souls with bodies,” (did I rephrase?), we are souls and bodies. And spirits and minds. We’re complex, weird, carbon-based humans becoming, and when we started splitting things up and putting them into compartments, life lost a little luster.

Okay. So, I’m walking. Every day, at least a mile and a half. I attempt to get to ten thousand steps, but I don’t, always. Not yet. And I am already feeling better; I am already, after only a few weeks, seeing results on the scale. That and diet–nothing extreme, even; counting calories and not eating total garbage all the time. That’s it.

The workout is simple: walk for a mile and a half. I take the dogs on a cloverleaf, around four blocks. When B and I walk, it’s two miles, back and forth for two and a half blocks on three different streets. That’s it. That’s the workout.

I have plans, of course–I always, always have plans–but I’ll only talk about them if I actually do anything with them.