Goooooal
26.12.2012
The girls at WSFF keep telling me that I have to set myself goals if I'm going to do this right. Wikipedia tells me that my goals need to be S.M.A.R.T - specific, measurable, achievable, realistic and time-targeted. Sorry, have you nodded off? I'm going to need some help from people who know what they're talking about to be SMART. In the meantime, these are my random, jumpers for goal posts, thoughts. I want:
To be able to swim properly. I don't want to win any competitions or even to be particularly fast but I'd like to have a little style. I'm one of those women who never get their hair wet and get a stiff neck from swimming. Honestly, I should get myself one of those flowery swimming caps and have done with it. Swimming lessons for the terminally ungainly, that's what I need.
To be fit enough to join my local running group. Some friends go running in my local park. They're always urging me to come along and telling me even a klutz like me can do it. Now that I'm actually making noises about joining, we've had one of those "things only your best friends will tell you" conversations. Apparently I need to be able to do a full circuit of the park without dying first! I am on a promise of some walk a bit/jog a bit training sessions, to make up for all the lies!
To have enough lung power to join the choir. I know it's nothing to do with exercise, but I do love to sing. I'm no good or anything, but it is fun. A local Pop Choir meets once a week but I think I'm not even aerobically fit enough for that! Singing would be a great reward for all this horrible exercise I'm going to have to do.
To have more energy and to sleep better. Are these contradictory? I don't think so. I hate that four o'clock, reach for the biscuit tin, energy drain that comes from having done nothing much at all. And then, to add insult to injury, I can't get to sleep at night! The bad night's sleep leads to another lethargic day and round I go. Being a bit fitter (even just a bit) should help with that.
To lose a little weight without obsessing about food. I'm not really overweight but I'm at the top end of "healthy". Over the years, I've gained and lost the same twenty pounds over and over again. It would be easier to tie them in a sack and chuck them out of a speeding car somewhere on the M4, but I suspect they'd find their way home. I'm hoping that changing my relationship with exercise will change my relationship with food. I've wasted so much time sitting on my backside and finding ways to avoid "evil" foods. Food is not the enemy!
To find ways of fitting exercise into my everyday life. I hate gyms; they make me feel like a hamster on a wheel. My grandmother lived to a ripe old age and was as fit as flea – she never did a day’s exercise in her life. But her whole life was active! I'm not about to buy a mangle or a rug beater but I want to make activity a habit rather than a chore.
Last, but by no means least:
To make my children proud of me. When she knew I was going to be doing this, my daughter said, "Mummy, I'm so proud of you!" It was such a lovely feeling; now I have to live up to it!
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