I have a few confessions to make:
I shot the sheriff. But I didn't shoot the deputy.
I know who killed Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac.
I talk to my cats. They don't answer.
I wear my iPod in the grocery store because I don't want to hear other people's children crying.
I'm still mad about the Grey's Anatomy season finale.
I watched "Flava of Love" (Flava Flav's VH-1 show).
I'm not a fan of peanut butter or bananas.
I miss eating donuts.
I had French fries twice last week. (Darn you, McDonald's, you foul temptress!)
I also did not make it to the gym last week - not one day.
My week of avoiding the gym went something like this:
Monday: I’m swamped today at work. I’ll go to the gym Tuesday.
Tuesday: Did I say I was going to the gym today? I meant Wednesday. Yeah, I will go Wednesday.
Wednesday: Look, a planet-sized ball of shiny aluminum foil in the middle of Downtown York! Why are we focusing on me not going to the gym when grills have been left naked and lives could be at stake?
(For the record, there is no big, shiny ball of foil loose in the city. This is to distract you, and me from the fact that I have not made it to the gym, and it’s mid-week already.)
Thursday: Ok, I really need to go to the gym. Seriously. I’m not playin’ y’all. I need to go. I’m going Friday.
Friday: Is it Friday already? I really meant to go to the gym, and should go today, but.¤.¤.¤.(Y’all probably should put boots on, it’s about to get thick up in here. . . )
I really need to go to the grocery store. I should change the litter box. I have to go to the Laundromat and wash clothes.
Did I mention the pile of dishes currently residing in my sink?
Needless to say, I didn’t make it to the gym. The real news — I missed it. I think I actually like going to the gym.
Did I just say that? It must be the lack of calories.
Hey Michele! Cool blog.
I'm sure you will want to smack me, but I still am the same size I was when I interned at York, still occasionally wearing my freshman college jeans and (gasp, this is SO bad) still wearing a bathing suit I bought as a freshman... IN HIGH SCHOOL.
However, I have been working out at home for about three years now. I never had any issues, but I realize that "naturally thin" is gonna stop one day if you don't have good eating and work out habits. Here's my advice: DON'T WORK OUT AT HOME.
I warn against it because you will get REALLY bored. It actually takes more determination, in my mind, to do it. I joined a gym two weeks ago because I wanted to take pilates. To my suprise, I loved going to the gym!!! The key, I found, is picking a gym that you really like. I'm in love with the classes - I found that step is so fun. I literally am busting my ass every day after work to get to that gym. I went from working out 45 minutes a night at home (I was putting it off until the VERY last minute) to literally working out up to two hours. And the odd thing: When I leave the gym, I feel like I just got there.
Make the gym a fun thing. FOcus on the social aspects. Get into the music. Buy a cool gym outfit. Find a gym with a constant rotation of classes and instructors who are really fun. These things have made me want to go to Victory Lady day in and day out.
Also, *cue gospel music* be encouraged. I saw a woman last week who tried the step class and was winded after 2 minutes. She offered me her step platform because she was embaressed and didn't want to go to the front of the class and put it back. I told her the same thing happened to me the week before - it's a hard class! It's easy for me to do the exercises becaus eI'm fit, and I see how if I struggled, and felt like I looked dumb doing things, I probably wouldn't want to come. But just remember that even those of us who are fit often struggle - hell, I keep falling off my big inflatable ball when we try to balance. (NOT MY FAULT, every ball I pick is OBVIOUSLY too round...)
Good luck!
So when I signed up for a gym in early December, I specifically chose one that I HAD to drive past on my way home from dropping my daughter off at day care. And it's mega-simple to get there -- just turn left instead of right at the "town square," and you're there.
Except that proved to be too hard most days.
And I really did like going. I did have more energy in the afternoons and evenings when I was working.
You know what made me go home instead? It was my nap time. Every day, if I wanted to work out, I had to cut about 15 to 30 minutes out of my nap time. And considering I get only 3 hours of sleep before my daughter wakes me up every day, that nap is damned important.
So screw you, left turn. I'll make it tomorrow.
I wear my IPod too in the grocery store. I play something really upbeat and fast, some techno junk, it makes me shop faster, cause I hate grocery shopping.
PS
I canceled my gym membership and decided to workout at home. It's more convenient and nothing's funnier that having my four cats stare at me as I'm doing my lunging squats.
I don't go to the gym, I work out at home; I understand your pain. Carving out a little "Me" time to keep yourself healthy is hard; there are all kinds of distractions, and chores that can get in the way. the fact that you missed going is a good sign that this week was just a bad week for you. I am going to go work out right now, you go to the gym; You will feel so much better about you. I know it. Keep on keeping on. Sharon