I promised myself I would work out last night, whether I felt like it or not. Well, I most certainly did not feel like it! In fact, I could think of a million other things I would rather do, including a root canal, but I sucked it up and reluctantly put on my sneakers anyway.
I decided to try a step workout from Les Mills on Demand. I would love to write a review for you of the workout, but let’s be real, I would have hated any workout I attempted last night. I didn’t want to do it, I am out of shape, I felt like crap, and I just wanted to go curl up on the couch…with a pizza…and a soda…I mean, is that too much to ask?
I scowled through the entire workout. I mumbled nasty comments under my breath. I kept thinking of just quitting, or switching workouts, but I knew that I wasn’t going to be happy with any other workout either. So I grit my teeth and stuck it out.
I made it through by barking irritated and rude comments at the instructors, who change out every few minutes, because Les Mills workouts seem to operate on a musical-chairs instructor model. My witty dialogue included yelling “no” every time the instructor enthusiastically asked, “Are you ready?”
No, I wasn’t ready. I was annoyed, I was uncomfortable, I was angry with myself for getting this out of shape again. I wanted the hyper-fit instructors to take their high knees over the edge of a live volcano, shove their jumping jacks into intimate places, and chant “march, march, march” in hell, dagnabbit!
But I did it. My cat curled up on his blanket on a chair and offered moral support while he napped, and I finished the blasted workout. I experienced the victory of logging a workout on MyFitnessPal, fist-bumped myself, and then collapsed with my water bottle.
It’s going to take a while for me to like working out again. I will make myself work out tonight, and then tomorrow, and then the next day. It’s the only way to get where I want to be. In the meantime, I am sure that grumbling, mumbling, and swearing just burns a few extra calories, right?


