The Cake Junkie is feeling tubby. With good reason because, let's face it, I am a little tubbier than I used to be. "A little" in this case being a slow but steady gain of 20-something pounds over the past 20 years, since I was in my early 30s and looking and feeling pretty darned good. You can call it Middle Aged Spread (MAS) if you want to, but it's still pudge and I don't like it.
I had a plan to get rid of it. A nice plan. An easy plan. A plan based on simple math: a half-pound of pudge reduction every week, for one year, would result in being 26 pounds lighter by the end of 2010. That's more than enough! I could hit my target by Columbus Day, easy. And only half a pound a week? Even factoring in a middle-aged metabolism that ought to be doable without too much sweat and deprivation, right? (The Cake Junkie doesn't mind a little sweat, but she prefers a moderate workout to an all-out effort, and who are we kidding: deprivation in the food department is not ever gonna happen.) I figured some mental attention to LOA principles and some mild improvements in the move-your-hiney arena and I'd be on my way. No diet required.
Then Mr. Wonderful filled some night-owl hours by channel-surfing through a glut of workout infomercials, and got majorly psyched to make 2010 the year he fulfills a lifetime dream of becoming "super fit."
So, while I'd been making my minimal-effort-required slim-down plans, Mr. W went ahead and ordered the P90X workout, which promises jaw-dropping body transformation in just 90 days. Now, this kind of high-intensity, push yourself to the max 6 days a week for an hour at a time workout program is not exactly what I had in mind when I decided to get serious about losing weight (slowly!) without going on a diet. So when Mr. Wonderful told me all about it and how excited he is to do it, I figured it would be his thing. He’d sweat and grunt and jump up and down, and I’d take a more leisurely path to a new me. 90 days? What’s your hurry? I just want to be slimmer by the end of the year.
The thing is, now that he’s so pumped up at the P90X idea, I have to admit that I’m kind of curious. Exercise is good. I'm not opposed to it. I do like to move my body some every day, and I do want to be more fit. It’s just that I’d planned to get there the long and lazy way, a teeny tiny bit at a time, over a long time. And I hadn't planned to ever aim for "super fit." Cake Junkie doesn't like to work out that hard, and besides, she's a girl, and she thinks six-pack abs on a girl are weird.
The Law of Attraction works in unexpected ways, however, and I’m unable to ignore the possibility that maybe my beloved hubbie was inspired (in part) to order P90X because it’s something that will be good for his beloved and slightly tubby wife, too.
So probably I ought to at least give it a try. When it gets here.
Good thing the parcel is still in transit, because no way am I starting on a workout program the moment my period arrived (hate the cramps, love the excuse to be lazy and eat chocolate for 48 guilt-free hours). Plus, I’m still working myself up to getting serious about maybe, possibly, doing a workout program with the letter X (for EXTREME!!) in it.
That's not a word that features prominently in my vocabulary. I'm more of an "easy-peasy" type, in all ways.