Workout diary of a mad white woman - the start of the journey

This is a journey. This is not a "worthy cause" type journey to change the world, save the whales, overcome hardship, make sense of all of this, make a difference or any other honorable enriching path.

Please know that this is a shallow, non-spiritual journey. One that I am about to share, and I know in a few days, I am going to want to kick myself for being so stupid.

Sooooo… first things first….

·         Blogging is something totally out of character - I don’t have the talent to write… and I don’t believe others would want to read what I have to say anyway.

·         My strongest character trait is not that of a whole lot of perseverance plus a good dose of procrastenation and therefore makes me a rather huge bugger for punishment.

·         In a few weeks, I will be an ordinary 45 year old female – whose waist is growing slowly, loves red wine on a regular basis and loves food, go figure. (or is it “go, figure”)

·         Yoda said: Do or do not, there is no try (what does a sad little green man know anyway?)

Why the blogging attempt then? Because I am barking mad, that’s why.

I decided to embark on a crazy-ass fitness and muscle building journey of 12 weeks. I come from a family prone to being fat. My dad and two of my brothers lifted weights and when I was a young girl (many years ago) I sometimes tried a bit of exercise, funny that.

While not totally unfit at this time - I am a non-serious runner since a few years ago and can run a good 5 miles 2 -3 times a week, and do some crunches, dumbbell curls and some squats, but never had a really good figure, was really fat in my teens and struggle with weight problems all the time and always wanted a better body. And we all know that only comes with serious hard work and … perseverance.

My family is not of the slender body type and my shape prompted my brother-in-law, once, in my teenage days, to name me “Thunder Things”. Believe me, I could kick start some jumbo jets. So, I decided as I will never be Twiggy‘s body double – (I prefer the muscled look and its out of fashion anyway), I will do some figure building.

I picked up the Oxygen Magazine with Monica Brant on the cover and I thought – mm, I would love to look like that – but my age, muscle abilities, blah blah blah…. Then I saw that Monica Brant is 40 years old!!!

That was a month ago. Since been searching, reading, researching (read: “STALLING”)…. After all, I was saying: “What is it: Can you eat it, or take it with you?”, “I will never keep it up”, “I don’t really have the time”, etc.

Finally I checked out the www.bodybuilding.com site and tracked down a program or two that appealed to me and a personal challenge story or two that inspired me. I decided on a mix of Kris Gethin’s twelve week challenge – http://www.bodybuilding.com/fun/krisgethin_guide8.htm, because I liked what he was saying, and that of another bodybuilding.com bodyspace member.

And here's the thing. After all that I think one should not blog about such a journey and let others see it. If one doesn’t carry it through or you fail or lose your guts, then everyone will know and see you flat on your face.

So why am I doing it? Firstly, as said earlier, I am barking mad and if one doesn’t carry it through or I fail or lose my guts, then everyone will know and see me flat on my face.

So here goes, with day #1 on February 13, 2011