It’s true. I totally hate exercising. It’s exhausting. It makes my body hurt. After I’m done, I have to sit down for 20 minutes to let the endorphins settle. I can’t even eat afterwards or else I’ll feel sick. Yet, I just keep doing it…
In one of my earlier posts, I mentioned how I had some health issues in the beginning of the year. Well, as part of making “my life right”, this is something I needed to work on. Sometime around March, I decided to take back my health and start exercising and being more careful of how I eat. Ever since, I have been working out at least 5 times a week. I started with a nice easy yoga workout that I found on my cable on demand menu. When I started to feel like my muscles were holding up, I added a Jillian Michaels workout once or twice a week. I try to fit in a bike ride or a walk whenever I can. Additionally, I make more trips up and down the stairs on purpose for an extra benefit.
With no particular weight goal in mind, I started losing the pounds that have still lingered three years after having my daughter. Twenty pounds later, I’m feeling healthier and stronger. Most days I have more energy, but on the days that I don’t, I don’t feel so bad about being lazy because I work so hard the rest of the week.
So, what’s the point, you ask. If I can do it, anyone can do it. I despise turning on the TV and working out. I dread having the sore muscles and losing a half hour of my day so that I can collapse in a heap of sweat. I finally found workouts that I can tolerate. My body is under my control again. The pounds have started disappearing and I feel better about my health and about the way I look. More confidence = feeling even better. And because of the daily endorphin rush, I’m happier. Happier even though I’m doing something that I don’t want to do. Weird, right?
This month, I’m adding Tae Bo workouts….look out!
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