Everything was wonderful; naturally, we all ate too much. Afterwards, miserable as we felt, and to help alleviate our guilt, we made a solemn pact. Inspired by a cousin of Donna's who has worked out for an amazing 120-plus days straight - and has the abs to prove it - Donna, Eric and I challenged each other to a 60-Day Workout Challenge. Starting the very next day.
We set individual goals as to what constituted a workout. For me, it was a minimum of 30 minutes of walking, or an equivalent activity. Today marks Day 15. So far, so good. Most days, I go to the gym and I have spend 60 minutes on the elliptical machine. A couple of times, though, I have had to be creative. Last Sunday, I counted two hours of dancing in the wee hours at Johnny's Hideaway as my workout. Yesterday, I did several hours of walking at the Georgia Renaissance Festival. My intention was to go to the gym, too, after I got home. Instead, I wound up at the emergency room with Nathan, who had sliced his finger on a rock. (The things that boy will do to get out of mowing the yard. By the way, he is fine.)
I think the point of the challenge was to encourage each other to get our bodies moving every single day, no matter what. And there have definitely been times when I would have found a good excuse not to exercise if not for the knowledge that I would be letting Eric and Donna down. So this has been a very good thing.
And now, I'm off to the gym!