I worked out on purpose yesterday.
It felt great. Now I'm a little sore, but I kind of like the feeling. I thought that after how simple it was to take a small chunk of my day to do some pilates, I would be better motivated today to continue and work on creating a habit.
Oh how the forces of laziness work against me.
Let's just say that after eating lunch, I decided to wait a while to let my food settle.
Then it was "Oh, I'll just finish watching this CNN story about the psychological effects of the violence in Iraq on Iraqi children's intellectual development."
After that I decided that I should work on another goal I have -- reading "Emma."
Two pages into a chapter I zonked and didn't wake up until Eric got home from running.
So much for being nice to my body today!
The problem is that I let these "good" things take the place of what I'd really needed and wanted to do. It all goes back to the whole "good, better, best" talk from Elder Oaks in conference last year. CNN reports aren't bad, and neither is "Emma," but I really, really need to take better care of my body, and I know that.
So, the goal is to get up early tomorrow and do one of the ten-minute workouts on the DVD I got from the library in my newfound determination. I'm thinking that if I can get myself to wake up earlier to work out, then I'm for sure determined enough to continue--very few things can entice me to wake up earlier!
If, when you see me next, I have nicely defined abs, you'll know I succeeded and you can congratulate me.
Otherwise, tell me I'm going to be crippled with arthritis at 40 if I don't start doing something.
6 comments:
I'm reading Emma right now too!
And I'm also trying to talk myself into exercising--I can completely relate to lack of motivation. I talked Anthony into letting me buy a new lap swimming suit in hopes I'd start doing that more... I've gone once in the last week. :) We can both conquer ourselves though and get better!
Just think of this, Cindy: I was never much for exercise, as I was always as thin as a toothpick until I got pregnant, and then I lost all the extra weight every time until my sixth baby. (You!) From that point on my body couldn't shed extra pounds on its own and I had to learn how to add structured exercise to my life. I tried walking with friends during early morning seminary, I tried exercising with you girls when I had a few free minutes, and I just had a very hard time living differently than I had for so many years--being able to eat anything and never having to worry about putting on weight! It didn't help when a friend from my past told me I looked good with some extra weight since I had always been so thin!
Well, now you know that after a few years of trying to lose the menopausal and 50+ weight on my own, I finally joined Weight Watchers so I would have to "put my money where my mouth is" so food couldn't get in...:) And I never would have had to do even this if I had already, long ago, before I became a wife and a mother, realized the importance of exercise enough that I made it a part of my life.
The point is: Do you want to look like your mother at age fifty or like your mother hopes to look at age fifty-five after learning to live differently?
Good luck!
Exercise is a tricky, tricky thing. I LOVE it when I get going. It's just the getting going that's tough, you know? Wish you were close. I need a buddy to help motivate me. Then I could drag you out of bed or vice versa as needed. Oh well.
That's why Eric should think about going to Weber -- he doesn't want his wife to get fat, does he?
Good point. Maybe I should do some Photoshop stuff with some pics of you and show him what he could face if you guys don't come up here near us. That might scare him into, right? Cause let's face it--you're totally going to bloat up later in life. You've always been so pudgy. :o) He he. You know I'm TOTALLY kidding, right? After all, I'm the one whose only body parts that are smaller than yours are my fingers, right? :oP
Reading Emma is what I would pick instead of exercising, too. I envy those people who can read while on the treadmill. Then I could really be in shape!
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