Well this is a place where I will fit right in
I love to move! To dance, play DDR, walk in the woods, swim.
But when I use the E word, when I tell myself I MUST move - even once a week - something goes haywire in my brain and I find every mental and physical reason not to do it.
It's perverse.
And I know better. I know how good it is for me. How much more energy I have, how much better my blood sugar is, how my mood lifts. All of it.
It's a paradigm I have to shift but so far it's been a hard one to change.
I've been working on the mental piece of wellness - learning how to be happy, learning to love myself, learning that I deserve to be well. And I've been working on the food piece - adding fresh fruits to my daily intake, lots of water, no artificial sweeteners, more whole grains, more veggies, more protein, but allowing myself my comfort foods - my glorious carbs - that I'm not ready to give up. And it's made a difference in my life, in my weight, in my overall health. But the movement is a step that I have not been able to take.
I know it's time. I made a pact with a coworker but I can already feel myself dreading it. We have agreed that starting Tues we will spend 15 mins of our lunch break doing strength training with therabands and the like. We plan to do this at least 3 days a week.
The idea is that as this becomes easier and more routine we will add 15 mins at home in the mornings and evenings for a total of 45 mins per day at least 3 days a week. And eventually some longer workouts on the weekends.
It's a great thought. I feel a headache coming on just thinking about it!
I am a reluctant exerciser too and can come up with gazillion excuses or things to do rather than go workout. But I've been working on it slowly. I don't know what it is about exercising that it always seems so hard to get up and go do it. I know the great affects of exercising/working out regularly but I still chicken out at times and then feel guilty. But when I do work out I feel great afterwards.
