I am not naturally a work out type. I would much rather look cute in the work out clothes rather than get them sweaty. Frankly, I would much rather wear said cute work out clothes to lounge on the couch while reading (and frequently do). Which is why I am over-weight. I carry most of my weight in my stomach. I frequently get asked when I am due……um….I’m not pregnant. Yeah. Awwwwkwarrrrd!
You would think that alone would be enough to induce me to get it together……but you would be wrong!
I want to work out. Sort of. I mean to say I want to want to work out. Can you understand the difference? I want that feeling of “I can’t wait to get moving and just go”, I want the “endorphin high” I always hear about.
I’ve tried. I get nothing but stinging sweat in my eyes, a feeling of I didn’t accomplish anything, and now I am fat, sweaty and smelly…..oh.freaking joy.
Ack! It’s so frustrating!!! Where the hell did my get-up-and-go, go? Why can’t I achieve that elusive enjoyment of exercise? I honestly don’t know. I want it…..I do….but still, nothing. Oh, and to make matters worse (of course they can get worse, haven’t you been paying attention?), my darling husband is an exercise fanatic! I mean, run up to 30 miles during the week, while biking for another 30 on the weekends and throw in some swimming and rock climbing ’cause “there fun” kind of fanatic.
He gets it. My kids???? There as hyperactive as my husband. Mr. Toes literally runs around in circles. Really. He makes a circuit through the house and can do that for an hour at a time. My older kiddo can go on a hike through the mountains for over 5 hours, then on to a zip line for another 2 hours and still wants to go to the rec center to play tennis or basketball (whichever game has the more people in attendance). My entire family is inexhaustible! Everyone, that is, except me.
I freely admit that, I am the anomaly in this family scenario. I am a couch potato. The fetal position comes naturally to me. So, how does a naturally sedentary creature, accomplish the monumental task of exercise and better still, enjoying the exercise? (No really, I would like to know, because I don’t have a clue).
Regardless, desire or enjoyment aside, I have to move. I will wind up with diabetes or heart failure if I don’t.
So, since the other week, when I declared a war on me, I have been “working out“. Nothing dramatic. Anywhere between 15 – 40 minutes a day. Sometimes on my elliptical and other times in my room with a work out video. But, its something.
And just for the record, I still hate it. Just sayin. Gotta keep it real, ya know?
Any advice would be greatly appreciated!
Stay Safe & Stay Informed!
Lanie
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