Ow ow ow ow.
That's what I've been saying for the last 3 days. I had a riding lesson on Friday that went really well, but my legs took a beating. The trick to posting is to use your upper legs and not put weight on your feet in the irons. Try squeezing a horse with your legs for 20 minutes , and then you'll understand what walking like you just got off a horse really means.
In the meantime, I rejoined my local gym. I haven't worked out consistently in the past two years, including not exercising at all since my surgery in February. But after the last round of family group photos where even cropping and Photoshop could not hide the reality of my non-fitness self, I decided, enough! Time to commit.
It's not that I'm heavy. My weight is fine for my height. I was chubby as a little kid, and outgrew it by the time I was a teen. I enjoyed sports, even though I wasn't very athletic. I used to spend summers riding my bike and swimming every day. As an adult, I would take step aerobic classes at least three times a week, and even then I felt I could do more. After I married and had Princess, I didn't really exercise, but actually dropped weight due to my practicing lawyer stress diet, to the point where I was underweight when I became pregnant with Sweet Pea. I didn't start exercising consistently again until I quit my job in 2004, but once I went back to work fulltime a year later, I didn't do anything regularly.
So today I had my first session with my personal trainer. Nothing brings home the reality of how out of shape you really are until they do your body fat measurements and test strength and endurance. I'd resisted signing up for a long time, using expense as an excuse, but I also know myself. I need the commitment of regular appointments and a schedule, a plan that I can work towards and someone who will push me. I'll meet with my trainer once a week, and between the workouts and the meal plans, I'm hoping to see some real progress.
I made the commitment. I'm looking forward to the change. Then maybe I won't mind those family photos so much.
I will miss my Oreos, though. Sigh. Small price to pay for better fitting jeans.
8 comments:
You're doing it for your health, not your clothes -- just keep perspective.
I know how hard it can be. I have always struggled with my weight despite being very active. After having my son, don't even talk to me about photos (scary scary stuff). Well I have been off and on dieting and decided I need to get my rump in gear before I have a second child. So off to aerobics with weight and lets just say what I looked like after the hour and half class was not pretty,but I did feel like I was taking steps in the right direction. Lets hope we both head in the direction we want!
Oh, Always Home and Uncool is the ideal man, I must say, to leave that comment!
I must remember this mantra of yours there at the end as I ponder a nasty, nasty Chips Ahoy again. So not worth it when there's clothes out there to enjoy!
Good luck in your efforts. The trainer, I think, is a good idea.
Oh good luck! I hope to get back on the fitness track in a couple of weeks. My older 2 kids will be in school all day so maybe I can start working out while the baby naps. (I hope I hope!)
I so get that it's not about the weight, but the fitness. Even though I weigh less, I still have pudges all over...something a little strength and weight training could help. I'm just not there yet. But I will be cheering you on!!!
Good for you and recognizing the commitment to stay in shape. Once you get started you'll never want to stop. Don't forget to cheat once in awhile or those Oreos will be constantly calling your name....
Well you look dang good to me :)
The family photo is one of the things that leads me to want to work out, as well. Yeah, there are other (more important) things, like health (and health insurance costs), longevity, and activity... but vanity seems to be the main ingredient to keep me moving! Good luck with everything.
Jerry
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