Category: hate working out

Do It Again

Yesterday’s goal was simple: just move. Anything. Anywhere. For any length of time. I just wanted to set a goal, no matter how small, and actually stick to it. I felt like working out about as much as I felt like licking a toad, but I made myself change clothes, tie up my sneakers, and hop onto my stationary bike for a bit.

I wish I could say it was an exhilarating experience and made me fall deeply in love with working out again, but mostly I grumbled irritably under my breath and watched the clock and counted each agonizingly slow second until it was over. About halfway through, my husband wandered into the room, gave me a kiss, and told me, “Good job, baby”, so that helped a lot and got me through to the end.

This evening, I will do it again. And the day after that, I will do it once again. What other choice do I have? Gain more weight? Get even more out of shape? Let my health decline even further? I am at an age where this isn’t all about fitting into a favorite pair of jeans anymore. It’s much more about health and quality of life and setting the stage for rest of my life.

A friend of mine wrote yesterday about her self-care goals, and she takes it seriously enough that she is tracking it each day. It got me to thinking about how I treat myself, talk to myself, especially when I am not on track or doing well, by my own standards. I would like to set some self-care goals myself, but I need to think more about that, how to make it meaningful for me.

Seemed Like a Good Idea

Signing up for a Spinning class seemed like a really good idea last week.  Now that it is the day of class…not so much.  I’m sure that once class is done, I will be glad I did it, but for right now, I’m just dreading it.

For one, I am extremely tired.  I could curl up on my desk at work and fall right to sleep.  Second, my work schedule has prevented much working out beyond walking here and there, so Spinning class is way out of my current comfort zone.

The class is small, so finding an anonymous bike in the back is impossible.  So if I collapse a lung, hyperventilate, pass out, or otherwise fall lifelessly from my bike, everyone is going to notice.

Since the class is small,  I had to sign up ahead of time, so if I don’t go, I just took the spot of someone who wanted to be there.  I can’t be that jerk.  So I have to go.

If I’m not around tomorrow, you will know what happened to me.  Maybe send some lovely flowers to my grieving family.  But hey, at least a seat will have opened up in Spinning class!

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Guess which one is like me?

Working Out Sucks

There is one absolute truth in life that all of us can agree upon: working out when you are fat SUCKS.  Hell, just getting dressed to work out when you are overweight sucks.  Spandex?  On this body?  What the hell were you thinking, clothing designers?

I am sure the day will come, in some foggy, distant future, when I actually like working out again.  That day is not today.  Or tomorrow.  Not until a huge amount of this extra weight is gone, but I suppose the only way to do that is to work out, eh?

Ack.  I dragged myself to the gym the past two evenings and got reacquainted with the treadmill.  I’m still shocked at how badly being sick knocked me on my ass.  My endurance and lung capacity are zilch, nada, none, non-existent.  It’s scary how much damage it caused, and how long it’s taking to recover.

I’m just taking it easy and letting my body decide how long I run, and at what pace.  I went a little longer last night than the day before, so that’s a good sign.

It’s been a long, busy week!  I’m ready for the weekend.  My three younger stepkids will be home for the weekend, so it’s going to be a full (and loud, and rambunctious) house for a few days.

I Hate Working Out!

Working out when you are overweight and out of shape is not exactly an enjoyable experience.  I am now at my highest weight ever, and that’s not going to change unless I get moving and start eating better.   I set a goal of doing some sort of activity, anything, even if it’s just walking around our yard flapping my arms and squawking like a chicken, every day in March.  (And no, I don’t really do that. Or at least I haven’t yet!)

Great plan, until I actually had to do it.  I came home from work on March 1st wishing I had never set such an evil, masochistic goal.  I didn’t want to work out.  Have you ever just absolutely, positively not wanted to do something with such a passion and intensity that you could declare it from the rooftops?  That’s how I felt.  I’d rather have done almost anything else than work out.

I remembered I hadn’t done the other workout sections of my new Wedding Workout DVD, so reluctantly I popped in that DVD and tried the cardio section.  Not bad.  I like simple choreography, nothing complex, since my feet have their own mind and aren’t always on the same page as my brain or any other part of my body.  The instructor gives clear cues and isn’t annoying, which is important when you already didn’t want to work out.

Last night I went for a walk, which is boring as hell when you are by yourself, but my fiance was still working.  The neighborhood nearby has sidewalks on most streets, and a LOT of hills, so my legs got a good workout.

I’m thrilled that my fiance has decided to lose weight too.  It’s going to be so much better doing this together instead of flailing around on my own.  He has cut back on soda and is eating better, and he lost 4 pounds in the first week.  Right now he is even more averse to working out than I am, but I’m looking forward to working out with him and losing weight and getting healthy together.

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