Well, hello there, 42…

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I’m on Nerd Fitness. I just posted this as an introductory post. It’s time to kick this pig.

This is a both a new character and a respawn point for me. I don’t do New Years Resolutions; at least, I don’t do them on January 1. It’s an arbitrary date, and I’ve never been one to go along just to go along. I do these things on my birthday (not so coincidentally, today). I joined the Academy as a birthday gift to myself. My mom sent me money, I used it on this. And I’ll be damned if I let my mother down by wasting money. That right there is one of my top goals, to be honest.

I’m 42 today. I am the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything. I’m also fat and much more sedentary than I like. A lot of that comes from the brutal winter we’re finally ending. I didn’t want to drive in the snow to get to the gym so I could run and lift. Laziness took over. I’m done with that as of right now.

Tomorrow at 1:00, I’m going running for the first time in weeks. I went once in February because we got a super nice weekend (okay, it was probably about 40 degrees, but I love running in the cold, so long as it’s not too cold) and I’d rather run on streets than on a treadmill. My friend Shane is starting running, after I introduced him to Couch to 5K last fall, right before the White Witch cast her endless winter all over the world. I’m also signed up for a run on Thursday night with a local running club. I’m giddy excited about it.

I started running and working out last year on my birthday, when I weighed in at a jaw-dropping 260 pounds. So not healthy, and I didn’t (and don’t) wear it well. I carry it all up front, and it’s uncomfortable to carry around and to look at. My first weight goal was 225 pounds. I hit that in October. I’m back up to 245 right now, and I’m significantly unhappy. I bought myself some new jeans a couple of months ago, and I can’t fit into them now. I want my good jeans back. I’m also too big for my kilt, and it’s getting dangerously close to kilt weather too. Twenty pounds should come off pretty quickly.

I’ve been working on eliminating soda from my diet. I’ll have maybe two or three a week at this point, but I’m ready for that to go away. I don’t need that crap in my system. Not anymore. Water and tea will be good. I’ve done it before, I can do it again.

My first 5K that I’m aiming for is the Pride 5K in June in Columbus. A friend of mine (who said she was inspired by my running and has been running 10Ks for the last year) bought me a shirt to wear. It says “Run like you stole a drag queen’s wig” and I want to be at the front of the pack when this race starts, especially with that shirt.

I won’t lie: I want to be a hot, tight musclebear. I can do that. 190 pounds at 5’11”, furry and meaty and sexy as hell. This is not unachievable. I can, will, and am doing this. It’s happening right now. Mindset is a big chunk of this, hey?