I’ve never been an athletic person. When I was a kid, my mother made me play outside for an hour before I could read. I didn’t join school sports teams (although I was president of the library club, and later worked on the yearbook.) Inside = good. Formal exercise = bad.
But what I’ve learned since leaving school is that Mother Nature is a horrible, horrible creature, and she controls something called metabolism. Which means after years of eating whatever I want, I can still can, but with new, bonus consequences, like weight gain.
I’m not in horrible shape. It’s not good, but it’s not horrible. But it’s gotten to the point where the fluff covering my muscles is affecting how I feel about myself, both physically and emotionally. Fortunately, I can do something about that.
It’s a financial press, but I bit the bullet and signed up for 12 sessions with a personal trainer. But let’s be honest – shelling out that kind of money is a huge motivator. I keep saying I want to get in shape; now it’s time to see if I mean it. I am giving it my full effort. I was limping after my assessment on Saturday, and yesterday was my first full session. So far, I can still move today, but we’ll have to see what happens between the 24-48 hour mark. I won’t be doing my full workout at home on my “off” days but I do intend to get on my treadmill. And yard work – while moving with a purpose – is effective exercise.
Squats, sprints, push ups and crunches are going to be part of my new life. Eggos for breakfast, McDonald’s when I’m in a hurry and a nice glass of wine are being phased out. Okay, let’s be honest, I’ll give up the McD’s but the eggos and wine are going to be phased back, not completely out.
My health is important to me. I’ve seen too many people who let theirs slide until it couldn’t be recovered. I can’t risk that. I’m important; there are too many things I still have on my bucket list that require a healthy body. So I guess I’m becoming a Nike person.
I’m gonna Just Do It.