The Zombies Live In My Shoe and Bite Me Daily

I feel like it’s been a pretty long time since I last posted anything. That said, I’ve been working pretty hard, both at my book and pounding the pavement. I’ve sucked my fiance into C25K, and we will be starting week six probably tomorrow. It’s been a weird week.

Because I have stumbled into that awesome combination of being both broke and in need of new shoes, my heels look terrible. I was going to post pictures of them, but I ended up grossing myself out. Here is a picture of Pippa instead. Isn’t she sweet?

“I’m the baddest little chick in the neighborhood,” she says.

Anyway, part of the blame must be shared with my progress on C25K and the very very awesome app that I have been supplementing my regular program with: Zombies, Run!

Ladies and gentlemen, I am hooked. I’m not going to review the app; it’s been out for a year and all of the internet has beaten me to that. I like this app a lot, and it has made me add two workouts to each week. I am rationing because I paid for this app. It’s like a book, plus great music, and some actual funny stuff. I am genuinely glad I bought this game, and I love feeling so epic at the parts of the game where it detects zombies and you have to run. Tuesdays and Thursdays have become that much more awesome for me.

I still partially blame it for my ugly feet, but good-naturedly. And gratefully.

Watching shows like The Biggest Loser isn’t that inspiring for me. I don’t ever really follow a whole season. It’s great that those people all get healthy, even though once the weeks are up, they won’t have resources like six hours of working out every day available to them, and will probably gain back if they’re not super careful.

Shows like that and others similar are a little terrifying. The winner might get to show off his or her figure on the cover of a magazine, but for every after, there’s a before.

Any time I see a story where someone is sedentary and never goes to the gym and only cooks or eats junk food, it’s scary to me because it’s really really easy to get into those habits. To gain forty or fifty or a hundred pounds, just like that. Because you got “busy.”

It terrifies me because I’m human, and it can happen to anyone. People who are so large and so sedentary that they can’t walk ten feet without getting out of breath, so they just use the scooters at Walmart to get around. I’m not talking about people who have actual health problems, but rather those who prefer not moving and eating horrible things and torturing their bodies because they won’t walk the ten feet. I’m 100% sure not every large person I see using a scooter is like that, but I know I’ve heard that at least once. Spoken by a person on one of those shows.

I’m scared of becoming someone like that. Of being an otherwise young mom who doesn’t just have baby weight, but lots of non-baby weight, and who passes bad habits onto their children, who only know to eat the awful and have high cholesterol in the fifth grade.

My feet aren’t going to be pretty. They might hurt some. I know they’ve bled, and I know that’s not good either. But I’d rather have ugly, bleeding feet than weigh 400 pounds, have pretty feet, and say about being active, well, exercise is just not for me. It scares me because I know how easy it is to just let your body go.

Blood, sweat, and zombies. Bring it all on, because this is totally for me.