I didn’t break out any workout DVD’s or lace up my sneakers and head to the gym this weekend, but trust me, I got a hell of a workout anyway in the form of good, old-fashioned manual labor. I spent several hours each day this past weekend working in the yard, yanking weeds, clearing flower beds for soon-to-come spring flowers and fresh mulch. How is it, pray tell, that cold nights and frost slayed almost every plant I love in the yard, but weeds are thriving like I feed the damn things?
I wouldn’t say I had an a-ha moment, like you hear a lot of people call it when they reach that point that prompted them onto the road of weight loss. But I sure had a “wow, this would be easier if I wasn’t so fat and out of shape” moment. Manual labor is damn hard when you are lugging around extra weight and trying to bend, reach, lean over, etc. It’s going to be a loooooong, painful summer of gardening if I don’t do something about this.
I need something to push me, motivate me. I just have no idea right now what that is, or where to find it. All I know is, enough is enough. I am sick of feeling out of shape, knowing I can look and feel so much better. I need a plan, not just running my mouth about losing weight, because talk is cheap and is getting me nowhere but heavier.
Sweat & Sparkle 