Kickin' Ass and Takin' Names

As part of the blowback from eating a little badly of late, in spurts with goodly, and a fear of weighing myself, I am now entertaining the notion of joining a kickboxing cardio class in the 'hood.

I mean, kickin' ass and takin' names sounds like a good way to kick my own ass and sculpt a ghettolicious bootay. I'm just chewing a few notions, but this one's really striking a chord of "cool" yet "hardcore"-ish. Why not get a psychological boost from the simple doing of something akin to one's mindset? Kickboxing kinda suits me to a t and it might be high time I remember such things.

Methinks a regimen of stairclimbing at My Nemesis (highrise) down the street, Pilates and yoga at home, swimming once a week, and a couple doses of kickboxing down at the gym each week would be an incredibly good mix of activities. Throw in a hike now and then, and shazam.

Back when I ate asphalt and flew off the scooter, landing on my head and fucking up pretty much my whole body, I had been swimming, cycling, hiking, and doing Pilates, and the doctors accredited my ridiculously good and quick healing with my varied activities in the preceding months (and acupuncture). I think I'm on path to have that kind of resilience this year.

It'd be awesome if I can get to the level of fitness I want to be at by, say, February 15th. I'd love to do something wild on my mom's anniversary of them finding her cancer and her birthday, which fall in the same week. Learning to surf or snowboard would rock my world, but I'm not doing it if my body ain't strong. Good thing is, I know my potential, and if I do this shit, it's the natural end result. And wouldn't that be cool?

Now, when I say level of fitness, I don't mean having lost a certain amount of weight. Weight's a factor, but it's that "Bah! I'm indestructible!" feeling you get when you're pushing yourself on a regular basis. I want the mojo. Got that, then I'll give it a go.

This is a better way of motivating myself. Reward. Every little thing like this that one accomplishes after really putting their mind to just doing it winds up playing out like another piece in the puzzle of You has fallen into place. It's like you come home to finding that you're more like the You you wanted to be so long ago, and what took so long, anyhow?

My goal is that I'll finally have a handle on all the change and weirdness that is my life of now, and things'll settle down just in time for the new year. My new year's resolutions are already made: to have a year in which many moments like that I've just described come my way; that many pieces of the puzzle of Me will fall into place this year, and I'll be fully aware of them all.

Maybe getting the fight outta me is exactly what I need. I suddenly feel the urge to watch a double bill of Girl Fight and Fight Club. Kickin' ass and takin' names. Some part of me wonders if some of my life choices of late haven't amounted to me basically wanting to pick fights with anything, something. I've sure been fighting like hell for no reason. Now's a good excuse to be a bit more practical about it, eh?

'Course, this means I need to buy me some cute workout gear and kicks now.