Back when I wrote about dieting, I may have been a little hopeful. I may have been trying one of those goal-setting techniques where you tell everyone so then you’re accountable.
I may have then proceeded to make homemade fudge that Sunday.
Since I’m still at least 20 pounds heavier than I’d like and therefore feel fat and flabby, I’ve started back into an exercise routine. As opposed to my Couch to Bed program of the last year, this new plan involves trying to do a cardio workout each morning.
This morning, I remembered the last time I felt motivated to
torture myself exercise. I’d been going to the gym to run a mile or two, most days a month. I thought that made me mighty enough. Then, my friend invited me to an aerobics class over at her gym. It didn’t take long for me to come to several conclusions:
- I was NOT in shape.
- That woman working out in front of me needed more opaque pants.
- I was probably going to pass out if I didn’t slow my pace.
Our perky, optimistic, sadistic instructor used the breaks between enthusiastic reps to encourage us, to promise “just four more,” and to explain she’d been absent last week because she’d miscarried and had to have a D&C.
Clearly, that woman was not human.
If she was, however, then I was out of excuses for my lazy style of “exercise.” Some humbled, dormant motivation surfaced. I started watching YouTube videos each day, beginning with “The Fat People’s Workout” and ending up at “Fitness Blender.” I ate better. I ran more than 1 or 2 miles and added weight-lifting. I felt impatient, but also saw my stamina and health improve.
Today, I …couldn’t bring myself to start at the beginning again. I remember watching Richard Simmons-type TV aerobics with my mother; the ‘slow track’ person never looked happy or fit and I wouldn’t either. I therefore put on my old high-impact routine and …mostly made it.
That was a few hours ago. I think I’ll be able to walk now.
Is exercising part of your daily routine, or something you resolved to do more of this year? Are you an adrenaline junkie, running 100-milers and marathons; or are you trying to park farther away from the grocery store entrance?
Take a lap around what I wrote last week:
Wednesday, February 12: Got all starry-eyed in “Love and Marriage and Practicality.”
Thursday, February 13: Throwback Thursday to my sock addiction.
Friday, February 14: Some sort of holiday, so I shared my old schoolmate’s romantic, authentic video.
Saturday, February 15: Announced the 59th Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. The theme is “Little Willie” poems again. Feeling twisted? PLEASE ENTER!
I therefore came up with five examples in, “Little Willie: Some Terrible Poems.”
Sunday, February 16: “Dear, Sweet Sugar Report,” in response to Carrot Ranch’s prompt.
Monday, February 17: An inspirational quote by Mathew S. of Blog of the Wolf Boy.
Tuesday, February 18: “Window Washer Whimsy,” a Senryu for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday.
Wednesday, February 19: Today.
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