I had all these grand plans for getting back to the gym after Cannes, but then I had a shitty cold that lasted for three weeks (have I mentioned lately how grateful I feel for my health every single time I swallow? I do, because it’s only been like a week of pain-free swallowing over here since May 24).
Anyway. Fitness plans delayed by three weeks. Then we went to visit Colin’s folks for a few days (which was lovely, but not very gymmy). So, nearly a month after I got back from Cannes, I finally made it to the gym for the first time in forever. Sigh.
I’m no athlete, but I do know that when I exercise regularly, my moods are significantly better and less swing-y, my sleep patterns are far more stable and I rarely wake up at 4am just for the fun of contemplating every terrible thing that the brain is capable of thinking of until dawn. Plus, I have ten times the energy of my normal self. And way fewer introverted-hermit periods where I don’t want to leave the house or speak to anyone including my closest friends (which otherwise happens to me more often than you might think. Interacting with other humans is so exhausting). Plus, y’know, there are the “fitness benefits”.
Today I started way easy, with a workout that consisted of a 30 minute interval sesh on the elliptical trainer plus a bunch of squats plus a half hour spent seriously stretching my very tight and at times clicky and painful hips. I’ll get into the more serious workouts later. For now I’m just trying to acclimatize myself to the idea of going and not hating it.
I was creaky and stiff, but surprisingly, I did enjoy my hour at the Y. It almost made me feel like a movie tough guy in a training montage, which is kind of the goal.
It’s 70ish days till September right now. Let’s see what kind of change I can affect in my body composition between now and end of summer, eh?
I’ll let you in on a secret. I one specific goal in mind which I have been mono-focused on for years but never achieved. I want my shoulders to look like this:
Think I can get there by the end of this summer?
Not really. But I definitely feel like the compounded stress of the past few weeks has made me neglect myself a little bit.
For the past year or so, Colin and I have been getting a weekly box of fresh, organic produce delivered to our door. We use Front Door Organics. The service is fantastic. The basic box costs $37, and it’s a good deal – there’s almost too much in the box for the two of us to eat in a week. If I don’t cook every single day, we end up with a lot left over at the end of the week. That in itself is an incentive to cook, because otherwise you’re letting perfectly good food go to waste. Even just the simple fact that I don’t have to find time to go grocery shopping means that I cook more often (my problem isn’t “not making time to cook” it’s “not making time to ensure there are things to cook with in the fridge”), so on the whole the box delivery experiment has been a huge success.
However, for the past two weeks I’ve been stress-eating pizza and ice cream and I am really feelin’ the consequences. I’m sluggish and grumpy and I have wilting kale in my fridge.
After months of eating well and going to the gym approximately five days per week (seriously, I’ve been doing that since October – I’m not sure that it shows on the outside but I feel like a new person on the inside), I’ve really gone on an insane downward spiral for the past three weeks. The compounded stress of too much work, too many high-stakes projects on the go, too much travel, too many deadlines, too many simultaneous out of town visitors, and too little sleep has conspired to make me feel like I’ve undone all the good work I’ve done over the past seven or eight months of reasonably healthy living.
I can see where the problem lies (in my lack of self control, probably) and I’m really struggling to get my ass back in gear. I work better, have more energy and am more focused when I’m living a basically healthy lifestyle. I’m not some kind of health fanatic, but I can tell the difference between pizza + beer and salad + the gym on my moods. In fact, the effect on my moods is so dramatic and immediate that it’s kind of shocking. So, why is it so hard to make the right choices?
For the next five-ish weeks, I’m hoping to jumpstart a new era of fitness motivation with some classes at Academy of Lions (I love feeling like a tough guy when I work out so this vibe is pretty much made for me), but I know the real key is making time to eat properly.
I don’t want to become a lame fitness blogger who’s constantly posting half-naked before and after shots, but I know that I have a lot (A LOT) of work ahead of me on a million film projects over the next few months, and if I don’t get my lifestyle and daily routines under control, I’m never going to be able to manage it without going nuts. In the interest of using this blog to post about all of the stuff I’m juggling in my life, I thought it would be a good idea to do an occasional health check-in. But don’t expect weekly stats on my workouts or anything. Unless you really want that sort of thing, weirdos.