100 days of training

I got on the scale yesterday morning and yelped.
The kind of yelp that makes dogs come running and cats scattering.
184.2 pounds.
Sigh.
"My ass is getting bigger, kitty," I said at my white Scottish Fold who was staring at me with her wide green eyes. "My tummy and arms aren't looking so great, either." I sucked in my stomach and flexed my arms at the mirror.
Not impressed, Yuki just sniffed at me and sauntered back into the other room.

I've been better than this, really. Just last year at this time I was in the low 160s, right where I was in high school. Six months before that I was in the mid-150s range, my best weight ever.

(A little history: in my 20s I really let myself go and gained a whole bunch of weight. My highest was 275 pounds or so. In July 2006 I joined Weight Watchers and lost 100 pounds in a year and a half. I went from a size 20 to a size 6, so you can imagine my current frustration with myself.)

While driving to work, I had a great idea: training myself like some would train for a marathon. I really wanted to do something that would be challenging and hold me accountable like at my WW meetings. I figured out possible exercise plan and contemplated how long I would do it.
Then it hit me. One hundred days.

Why 100 days? The number is significant in some cultures. In Korea, 100 days after a baby is born is called Baek-il, where families have a party to celebrate the child's surviving the first 100 days of life. The tradition is done in Japan as well, but not on a large scale. Also, 100-day anniversaries between couples are important.

So, over the next 100 days I have set these weekly minimums for myself:

• Walk/jog: 15 miles 
• Ride bike: 30 miles
• Sculpt (weights, stretching): 2 hours

I am really hoping I am able to do this. Please join me on my journey for the next hundred days as I try to get more fit, and possibly will be committed to an asylum by my husband before the time is up.