Exercises

When I hear the word Exercise I don't really think of fun. Looking back, when I was a kid 'exercise' was fun but that's because is wasn't called exercise, it was called playing, riding my bike, beating people in races and at kickball games. And I know that there is a current fad of calling working out 'playing' that some super fit person dreamed up and that's all fine and good for them, but I'm not at the play-exercising point in my journey just yet.

I used to be really, really fit. It's almost unfathomable now, and when I tell my husband he has a hard time believing me, but I used to be the best athlete I knew. I won the President's Physical Fitness Award every year without trying and I even won second place in the 100 meter dash at the Oregon State Games when I was 12. My mom isn't one for cluttery photo collages or any framed photos for that matter so no one would know what my childhood was like, other than my sisters and my senior pictures, my parent's appear to be childless to the random visitor. So when I happen upon old photos of the active, physically fit me it's a surprise.


But I digress. I was ruminating on exercise and my current dispassion for it. I have had a few fun workouts in the recent past, don't get me wrong, the husband and I were going to a trainer twice a week until in became too expensive and that was a really fun time. I also don't think we were getting much of a workout because we ended up feeling like we were just hanging out with our trainer and shooting the breeze. We can be talkers and our trainer is a really cool guy who is also a talker so things never really felt work-out-y. I don't really recall ever being very out of breath and I'm pretty sure that's one of the basics of cardiovascular improvement. I also rarely broke a good sweat that wasn't directly related to the temperature in the room.

But as with all good weight loss endeavors, I am back at it. I bought a treadmill off of Craigslist for $100 and was rousted out of bed (by said husband) this morning at 5:45 to climb onto it. I have also been assigned the task of squeezing in a workout at lunch time (then I forgot my gym bag this morning) and one after work.

That's right people, 3 workouts a day, this is happening.

Also, thus far today I have consumed a 32 ounce Coke Zero and a Special K protein bar and it's 4:30 pm. Looks like that whole sensible eating thing is not the route I'm taking.