Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!
I'm doing this again, because I'm not going to give up on myself, damn it. I'm tracking my calories and starting to work out again. In fact, I even moved my treadmill (yes, I have one; I've had one for about fifteen years and it's hardly been used for the past seven) from the spare room, where I never see it, into my bedroom. It's old and creaky (and I've gotten significantly heavier since I last used it--hmm, wonder why that is? Maybe because I haven't been using it?), but it still works. I was really pretty depressed by how short a time I was able to work out on it, though; even with stretching beforehand, my calves cramped up something awful pretty early in. But I figure if I keep this up, my calves will get used to it--and I'll be stretching more often than before if I'm exercising again, of course. :) I'm also going to see if I can find a reasonably-fun beginner's strength training DVD--something I can do at home with minimal equipment, and which will be reasonably quiet for my poor, abused downstairs neighbors.
I have a really bad habit of being good with stuff for two to three weeks, and then starting to slack off. Sometimes it's as much as a couple of months. Granted, I slacked off Curves after 1. my mom had a mini stroke and 2. one of the employees there really pissed me off--all on the same day, no less--but I still slacked off and didn't go back. I've decided I've got to do better this time. It's not going to get any easier as I get older, and when my weight is preventing me from doing fun stuff, it's time to stop. Stop NOW. Jeff's death was a huge wake-up call: it's time. It's past time.
I feel kind of weird about posting this sort of post YET AGAIN; I've lost count of the number of times I've said "I'll do it this time," and then promptly fallen off the wagon. I don't want anyone to feel like I'm looking for "yay you" comments or something like that. But as my dear friend wildcelticrose says, failure isn't falling down: it's refusing to get up again. Any good thoughts you want to send my way are more than welcome. :)
I have a really bad habit of being good with stuff for two to three weeks, and then starting to slack off. Sometimes it's as much as a couple of months. Granted, I slacked off Curves after 1. my mom had a mini stroke and 2. one of the employees there really pissed me off--all on the same day, no less--but I still slacked off and didn't go back. I've decided I've got to do better this time. It's not going to get any easier as I get older, and when my weight is preventing me from doing fun stuff, it's time to stop. Stop NOW. Jeff's death was a huge wake-up call: it's time. It's past time.
I feel kind of weird about posting this sort of post YET AGAIN; I've lost count of the number of times I've said "I'll do it this time," and then promptly fallen off the wagon. I don't want anyone to feel like I'm looking for "yay you" comments or something like that. But as my dear friend wildcelticrose says, failure isn't falling down: it's refusing to get up again. Any good thoughts you want to send my way are more than welcome. :)