Those eight pounds I lost while doing the bedroom renovation? Found them.
They’re stuck on my ass.
I don’t know what the hell happened.
That’s not completely true. Chocolate-I hate exercise-Chocolate-I hate exercise-Pumpkin bread-Sit behind my desk all day-Chocolate-Become one with my sofa at night-I hate exercise.
That’s what happened.
I need an exercise motivator. Seriously. Like a drill sergeant for my lazy ass. When my husband gently nudges me to exercise I get all snarly. I probably shouldn’t but it just irritates me and makes me all defensive when he encourages me to go exercise. Clearly I’m a little sensitive on the subject of exercise and weight loss.
It’s really difficult to find the time, or inclination, to exercise. There’s a gym in my building that I can use, for free, and I still can’t get there regularly. When I do manage a string of days I feel great. I feel motivated. And then I miss a few and getting back into a routine seems a monumental task. Most days I eat lunch at my desk because there is a mountain of shit I need to accomplish. Then there are school board meetings after work, laundry, sports and quality family time.
Yeah, I know, boo freakin’ hoo. Wah wah wah. But I really really want to know how women with full time jobs, busy lives, family commitments find time to exercise and fit into a size 10. How do you do it? Someone spill the secrets, please.
Thing is, I liked the feeling of losing that extra weight and how my clothes fit. I don’t like it now, since those pounds are back. Dammit.
This morning when the alarm went off I thought about getting up and taking the dog for an early morning walk. That thought lasted a whole 30 seconds before I slapped the snooze button for another half hour.
No self control. No self discipline.
Several times a week I tell myself that today is the day I will walk one mile, either outside or on a treadmill. And when I don’t hit actually do that thing, I tell myself I’ll do it the next day. And then the next day comes and there are meetings, or picking kids up from some event, or…or…or.
How do I commit to this thing? I know all about goals and progress and mapping out strategy, but this one just seems beyond me sometimes. Ideas anyone?
Today I did not bring any crap to snack on. I will eat carrots instead. I will walk a mile today. I will schedule gym time.
Cross your fingers.
2 comments:
Oooh, I know this one. Also, since I crossed the big 4-0 I find that my metabolism is so damn not fun anymore. ("Hello, metabolism? Remember when you used to let me eat ice cream? French fries? Also, I'm not giving up half & half in my coffee.")
So anyway, here's what I do to hold myself accountable as far as exercise. I'm a list-maker sort of girl. So I write down my exercise each day, and review how I did at the end of the week and make adjustments/goals for the next. Maybe you could come over for some wine and jalopeno Cheetos and I'll show you my system?
minor catastrophes: I'll catch the next flight to Montana! And I'll bring some pork roll. not a bad system. I'm a terrible list maker though.
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