I read this post over at Crystal's and man....can I relate.
I love to work out. Really I do. I love the feeling in my body afterward, that pain that isn't really pain. That feeling that tells me I did something good. I didn't do it for weight management I did it because I loved that feeling of strength.
Even during my marriage, when I, at 6'2" weighed a whomping 130lbs, I worked out. Aerobics was the choice. Mainly because my ex wouldn't allow me to go to a gym anymore and his SIL ran the classes. After we moved out to the farm it was just to far to go for those. So I kinda let myself slide.
Oh, I was active enough. But not focused. And after the surgery I did start to pack on some pounds. I had "dimples" where they never existed before. At 25! That was just wrong. So.....I decided it was time to do something.
I joined Weight Watchers. Now, by that time I was heavy (er) but not out of control. What I needed - and did - was cut out sugar pop. That dropped a lot of the weight. But after a few years of no real exercise I was, for the first time in my life, out of shape.
Yeah, that wasn't going to work for me.
So I started shopping. Unfortunately the only place I was allowed to shop was the TV. And I found, what I thought anyway, was THE answer. I can't remember what it was called and but it looked like a bike without pedals and you pulled on the armie thingies. It was worthless, but I didn't know that at the time.
The box arrived and I was so excited. I set it up right behind the sectional so I wouldn't get in trouble for interrupting "family time" and I could still do what I needed to do. Work out.
After about 2 weeks the glow wore off. It was boring. I couldn't tell a difference. But common sense told me to keep at it. The weight didn't come on over night, I didn't fall apart in a week, this was gonna take time.
But I was bored. DAMN IT.
Then one morning the solution came without me even trying. I had been doing the laundry the night before and had set up the ironing board. Right next to the "machine". That particular morning I was running a little late, hadn't had my coffee. Hey! Why not do both at the same time. Coffee isn't BAD for me, right?
Long story somewhat shorter......the set up changed from that day on. Oh, you'd find me working out on my little machine. But right next to me was the ironing board. With either a cup of coffee or Diet Coke and.......my ashtray. Yes, I figured out how to drink, smoke and work out all at the same time. I figured I was just flat out brilliant.
Kinda reminds me of my foray into Pilates.......
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