I once had an English professor who had us do this really cool exercise. He had us write down a list of words we liked then write an essay on any topic we chose, using some of our favorite words. He then suggested we keep a running list of our favorite words and use them as much as possible. I just thought it was funny because I thought I was the only one crazy enough to have favorite words.
Alas we come to the topic of todays posts. EXHILARATED. I love love love this word. And in the past tense the most. Why? Because it means you're coming down from a lovely lovely life high. Hold that thought...
Now - I am seriously seriously out of shape. I can honestly say that I am in the worst shape of my entire life. And I'm not proud. The most frustrating part for me is that I have all of the tools and knowledge to turn this ship around yet I stay on the same course. HOWEVER the tools and knowledge consist of words like "meal plan", "exercise", "THE SCALE". All of which are daunting daunting daunting.
So this past weekend I decided I was going to rake the leaves in our front yard. Did you hear that? I? I? I??? That means I was going to throw on some jeans and a sweatshirt, grab the rake out of the shed (which is husband territory and not very wifey), and get girl dirty. (Girl dirty is the kind of dirty where you've at least got on layers to protect you from the bugs that lurk under piles of leaves and you only get a little bit of dirt under your fingernails). This was a special occurance because this girl? Me no likely yardwork. Its obvious by my out of control flowerbeds and overgrown shrubs.
And lets be honest. Though I'm a busy body - I prefer to be busy thinking things out, planning them and doing random running around. I tend to avoid physical labor at all costs. Why can't I just be lazy and still be skinny? Whoever invented THAT rule can suck it. (You HAVE to love that I don't post frequently and still count on you guys loving me even when I go white trash enough to say "suck it.")
So I rake my little heart out. And while the hubby did come out to "assist" aka do the parts of the yard that weren't as leaf covered because I refused because it wasn't "worth it," I felt frickin awesome afterwards.
I forget how your body responds so positively to a good work out and fresh air. I have forgotten the smell of leaves in October, the feel of flushed cheeks and a cold nose. I have forgotten what it feels like to feel EXHILARATED. SHABLAM!!! You thought I forgot about it didn't you? You were sitting there wondering if this was EVER going to come full circle weren't you? Thats pretty much how I tell stories. My husband tells me its the Attention Whore in me. He often says "Why do you DO that? Cant you just tell a story start to finish without the buildup." Ummm no shit face I can't. Why? Because I have a vagina and I said so. Deal.
So after said EXHILARATION I decided to make a rule for myself. Aside from wanting to get around to making a bucket list, I want to make it a goal to feel exhilarated more often. And after thinking long and hard about it I realized that a lot of times exhilaration comes from DOING something, hence getting exercise, HENCE meeting some much needed weight loss goals. DUH!!! Its the secret to success I tell you. Someone ought to be paying me at least $1.7 million right now. Its called trickery hoes. You do something exhilarating, get the juices flowing, feel the wind on your face, feel like a kid playing in leaves, and before you know it you've burned off more than you've taken in because That. My. Friends. Is. How. This. Works.
Consider yourself learned. So go out and do something exhilarating. I don't even know exactly what causes that feeling but its something to experience more often. I promise. When was the last time you felt exhilarated? What exhilarates you? Maybe we could try each others ideas and rack up a whole lot of exhilaration. Happy Thursday ya'll! Oh and I've also decided to start a little movement of my own on Facebook. Every day, to keep myself accountable, I'm posting what the days exercise consisted of. As long as I have something to post even if its a walk down my street, its better than nothing. Oh you silly fat-brain. I'll trick you yet you little bastard. Peace out homeskillzz :)