Unintended, Unexpected Consequences

Yesterday I outlined for you (in a clipped, utilitarian way, thanks to my very busy life these days) our progress in the little, lifestyle change experiment we have going on here en la casa.

I told you about inches lost, weight lost, and showed you the pictorial evidence.

In the recent past, I’ve told you what we’re eating and our exercise plan. However, there are a few consequences of this journey about which I have not spoken.

Don’t worry. They’re all good.

1. Increased flexibility. The physical kind, not the time kind.

When we began Shredding, I was sure I was going to get bulky muscles, as I have a tendency to do when I workout with weights. However, what I’ve noticed over the course of the past 2 months is a massive increase in flexibility. The opposite of muscle bulk. I can stand flat-footed and press the palms of my hands to the floor; I can touch my nose to either knee; I can hold the bottom of my feet with straight legs.

Two months ago, I was doing well to touch my shins without throwing up.

2. Decreased household garbage output.

As the designated take-the-trash-to-the-garbage-dump person in our rural household, I’m well aware of just how many bags of garbage have to be slung each week. Since we’ve begun eating organic and cut out processed foods, our household garbage output has been cut in half.

Turns out, processed food comes with lots of packaging. Not only are we eating better and feeling better, but we’re saving the earth, one banana/mango/avocado at a time.

3. We share a common goal.

As a family, we are a unit, but we pretty much have individual goals in which the others have little interest. Oh, we show interest in each others’ “stuff” because we’re a family, and that’s what good families do. However, eating well and being active have become parts of the fabric of our family. We exercise together, shop for food together (The Diva and I do, anyway. Big Daddy can’t handle the Wal-Mart.), and prepare and eat the food together.  Outside of our daily Bible study time, this is the time of the day, every day, when we have a common enemy.

Her name is Jillian Michaels.

I’m sure there are more of these little changes in our lives, but for the life of me, I can’t think of them right now. I may or may not have Dissertation Brain, and it may or may not get worse before it gets better.

Feeling fitter than ever,