The BBC Exercise Plan

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The "BBC" part of my new exercise plan could stand for so many things. It could stand for:

Burn Bad Calories

or

Beat Bloated Cellulite

or my personal favorite,

Bodacious Body Coming!

But actually, BBC stands for . . .British Broadcasting Corporation. See here's the thing: my favorite way to exercise is to go on long, long walks every morning. I just love being outside with the blue sky and the warm sunshine--and I love to explore and see just how far my own little two feet can take me. I live for my walks during the warm months! But you know, it's cold outside these days. And icy. And dark when it's time to wake up. And there's just something about COLD and ICY and DARK that is somehow a deterrent to my wanting to get up and go for a walk in the frigid air (especially when bed is so darn warm and comfy). That's why in years past, I've just thrown up my hands, called it quits until spring, and headed to the kitchen to bake another batch of hot and gooey chocolate chip cookies--which I then strive to walk off in the spring.

The current system isn't working for my overall, year-round fitness. And this year, by gum, I'm unwilling to "undo" all my hard work in the wintertime! So I've decided that it's time to bite the bullet and go downstairs to the JAMESNASIUM. The JAMESNASIUM is our elliptical in the basement, and we call it the JAMESNASIUM because James works out on it and he does not go by "Jim," so it's not a "GYM"NASIUM. Anyway, the point is I hate working out on machines (B-O-R-I-N-G)so in order for this whole idea to be more palatable to me, I have to throw something enticing into the mix. And that something enticing are BBC movies, which I'm a sucker for.

And it's working! I'm actually getting my keister out of bed and doing this thing every morning--all because I have to see Jane finally get back to Mr. Rochester (I've watched two versions of Jane Eyre already so far!) and I have to watch Roger Hamley declare his love to Molly Gibson. I have to see that smouldering look that Mr. Darcy gives Elizabeth Bennett during that whole piano scene. (And don't even get me STARTED about that train scene from North and South because just thinking about it reduces me to jelly.) Anyway, I just love BBC movies . . . and that's the golden ticket to the BBC Exercise Plan.

The only downside to this whole thing is that various Britishisms are creeping into my vocabulary without me consciously inviting them. Just the other day I asked James, "Where the deuce are my shoes?" and "Yes, I feel very well indeed."

And why am I blogging about all of this? It's all about accountability, my friends. I need people to ask me how my BBC Exercise Plan is coming so that I have added incentive to keep going. So feel free to check on me and my commitment!

I'm feeling rather tired, forgive me. As you have long been desiring my absence, I shall bid you "Goodnight," now and retire to my bed forthwith. Pip, pip, cheerio!