My Love/Hate Relationship with Exercise
Take tonight, for example. I jogged a (very slow...very) mile and a half. I walked another almost 2 miles. In 55 minutes, burning just under 600 calories (thanks to my awesome heart rate monitor/calorie counter that's actually synced to my body). It didn't take that long, and it was some good me time, and I feel great. Not only that, but it makes me want to eat better, work harder and be a stronger version of myself. If that's the case with just one workout, then why don't I do it every night?
For awhile there, I was doing well. When I was doing the Couch to 5K training, I was going to the gym at least three times a week, but I wasn't seeing advances as quickly as I wanted. I was so focused on that 30 minute 5K that I got discouraged when I couldn't run it in any sort of time that would even come close to working. Tonight, I just didn't worry about - I went slow, but I did it!
Honestly? I'm busy. But, more than that, I'm lazy. I could make the time every day to at least come up with a half an hour to workout. I could burn a few hundred calories and I could make that much more of a stride in losing this weight. It's just a matter of deciding for myself that it's important - for me. I have an amazingly supportive husband who would be more than happy to let me have time every day to do it. I just need to do it. My feet are sore and I'm exhausted, but I'm going to try my best to go to the gym again tomorrow. Join me?