To Exercise or Not…That is the Question – Friday Follies

As I’ve said before … I love Twitter! 

I get great Ideas from Twitter.  Which is where this idea came from…

Instead of “Friday Follows”, I have Friday Follies.  This is the day of the week where I let down my hair… although I notice there’s not as much of it as there was 20 years ago…  and share a few of my “foil-ables.”

I thought today I’d share a little about my exercise “program.” I mentioned before that about 10 years ago I knew I needed to do “something” about my health. Strike that… make it.. wanted.. to do “something about my health. 

Something like … living better…  since [statistically speaking] it appeared I would live longer than my ancestors. I decided it was OK, in fact really good, to live longer.  What was not good was living longer and wishing I hadn’t.

So I began the journey to better health.  And I give myself credit. I really do eat better now.   I haven’t had a doughnut in over 2 years. [although I confess there are a few ‘healthy’ muffins I’ve eaten in that time period that have had that same ‘doughnut/muffin-per-pound… gained… effect].  I eat a lot more fruits and vegetables, and a lot less red meat.  

 And I kinda have an exercise program.  The one I start on January 1 of every year.  I used to join a gym to “force” myself to exercise with everyone else.  You know… the buddy system… where I would hold myself accountable because I told the person working out next to me that I’d be there to work out with them the next day…unless something came up of course. 

Some emergency that would keep me from being there. 

Then when I showed up the next time, I’d have to invent some emergency.  Because I said I would be there… otherwise.

This worked…off and on… for a few years.  And I moved numerous times, so I would join a new gym, and tell myself this would give me a “fresh start.”  A new gym…a new program… a new me!  Sound good so far?  It did to me.  I had myself totally convinced.

Until I quit moving… and quit trying to fool myself.  I finally admitted that I just wasn’t good at “the gym thing.”  Sometimes I feel like working out at midnight, when I can’t sleep.  Sometimes I want to work out for 15 minutes instead of an hour, and I always felt so guilty jumping off the treadmill while the person next to me was just finishing their warm up.  Waiting to challenge me to a “run-off.”   One they felt fairly confident they would win.

I couldn’t quit exercising, though.  It’s important!  I know that. 

So now I have a “home gym.”  I have an elliptical  and weights.    I also have exercise videos and DVD’s.  And I use them.  Sometimes.  Not consistently though…like I should. 

 And every year, on January 1, I “restart” my exercise program.  If nothing else, I am optomist.  I think I deserve a fresh start, don’t you?

And I’ve drawn “the line in the sand.” 

I will not live in a house without stairs.  Where the bedroom… or the kitchen…  is up the stairs. 

Maybe it’s just a trick.  But who cares?  It works.  To eat or sleep… I will get some exercise!    Stair climbing makes me feel good… it’s aerobic.   When I use my exercise equipment regularly, climbing the stairs is easy… and fun.  And the stairs “remind me”… When I quit doing my regular routine…aerobic, weights, stretching…the stairs  “tell me.”   You know.. the pull in my calves, being ‘winded’ before I reach the top…using the hand rail…

When I get a little discouraged, I also remind myself that I’m not alone is this challenge to exercise regularly.   When I’m feeling really guilty I think of what I heard on TV [when I should have been working out]  from Ellen DeGeneres:  “I gotta work out.  I keep saying it all the time. I keep saying I gotta start working out. It’s been about 2 months since I’ve worked out. Which uh.. is odd. Because I have the time to go out to dinner. And uh.. and watch tv.  And get a bone density test. And uh.. try to figure out what my phone number spells in words.” 

… And then I don’t feel… so bad…    Oops.  I better put that in quotes.  But there’s nothing like a little Mary Poppins to reinforce my optimism. 

I may not be there yet…  but “I think I can” (become a regular exerciser)… therefore I can.  Can’t I?

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