I am committed.
This should come as no surprise to those of you who probably think I should be committed. But seriously, folks, I have joined forces with my good friend Buck to commit to exercising for a half an hour, four days a week.
Four days a week. That should be manageable, right?
God, I hope so. It will certainly be better than my current schedule of NO days a week. OK, to be fair, I have still been doing my “8 minutes in the morning” strength-building exercises—but not as consistently as I would like to.
And my poor Wii Fit. Yesterday morning, I got on the Wii Fit and heard it cry softly about missing me.
No really, it did.
OK, it didn’t. But it did chastise me about not having been on there for 43 (!) days, and even teasingly called me “Iwanski.”
The poor thing. It has had nothing to do for 43 days. I really must pay more attention to it.
But regardless of my Wii Fit activities, Buck and I have decided that we will at least walk on a treadmill or lift weights every day from Monday through Thursday, and we’re going to do it!
We have to. Otherwise I can no longer go by the name Miss Healthypants—I will instead have to be called Miss Fattypants.