I’ve been planning this post for almost two weeks… ever since I did what I promised everyone I would be doing in my last post. I started going to the gym!
And every time I went I would spend the majority of the class thinking about how I was going to write a post all about how much I HATE TO EXERCISE!
I thought to myself, “I am not the only one who hates to exercise. I am going to keep it real and tell them like it is. Exercise sucks and I don’t like it. But I am doing it anyways” and then I thought about the list I was going to include:
- I hate how I look at the clock every 2 minutes willing the class to be almost over. This begins approximately 2 minutes into the class.
- I hate that it isn’t fun.
- I hate that it hurts.
- I hate that it’s boring.
- I hate how ridiculous the exercises are. Get up on your toes, now pliee, stick your bum out in the air, sway it back and forth, now put this clown nose on and a target on your behind for people to stare at.
Not to mention, Sara was going to the gym at 6am and I decided I needed to give that a chance too… so I was getting up at 5:30 in the morning and was driving to the gym while it was still so dark I could barely see the pigs flying overhead.
Then last Sunday Sara and I went to a boxing class. I’m not entirely shocked because I’ve wanted to try boxing for a long time, but…. I didn’t hate it. It was…. kinda maybe sorta fun.
And then this week I joined Sara at the gym at 6am and we went swimming. I did 30 laps, some treading water and a bit of water running. And it was…. also kinda maybe sorta not nearly as horrible as say…. the kettlebell class
And the 6am thing…. it’s kinda maybe sorta easier to do than the 8pm stuff. I jump out of bed before having had a chance to come up with any excuses for not going. I have everything ready, all I need to do it shove a granola bar in my mouth and walk out the door. And when I get home the kids are up, and I am wide awake and able to deal with them – it’s ALMOST pleasant, and it’s definitely preferable to going when all I want to do at 8pm is keep my a$$ on the couch.
So… I’m kinda maybe sorta admitting that this gym thing, as long as I keep trying new things to find the things that I don’t hate, might be ok. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not LIKING it, but it’s kind of satisfying and not hating it is worth a lot. And maybe people will be right and in six months I’ll be all “OH MAN! I LOVE going to the gym! I wish I could go to the gym 16 times a week because twice a day just ISNT ENOUGH!” You never know
Tales from the scale.
I’m up half a pound. That’s ok, I’m still figuring out this getting up at 6am thing and being hungrier because it seems like there’s time for an entire extra meal. And I’m hungry from working out and I probably shouldn’t be eating all the calories My Fitness Pal is allotting. But I’ll figure it out. One step at a time. I’m happy with where I’m at, and that is such a nice feeling.
Happy Friday everyone – tell me what you hate most about exercise and what you kinda maybe sorta don’t mind about it?
- Sara – Week 29 – There is a new man in my life (losingitinottawa.wordpress.com)