Time is like money. You can never have enough and obtaining more never fixes your problems. For years, I employed working 70-80 hours a week as my excuse not to exercise. I walked to work and if I wasn’t working so much I would go to the fitness facility in apartment complex or use those hand weights that decorate the space on the floor next to my TV. I am not laboring as much and, big surprise, I am not working out either. Worse yet, I am not strolling to my job so I am less physically active. This has sparked a domino effect of thoughts.
One, I worked in highly structured, quite rigid environment so I created my apartment as the space for nurturing myself. In my limited downtime, the less amount of energy exerted the better. For the past month my undertaking has been resting, relaxing and regrouping. I go to bed when I am tired and I wake up when my body decides it has had enough sleep. In the beginning I required 12-14 hours or slumber; however, now it is about 8-9. I eat when I get hungry and I find myself eating less food. In short, I listen to my body. Never once has my body told me to go to the fitness facility and pick up those free weights. In my current context, the less energy exerted the better, that would not occur as something to do.
Second, since 2007 I have walked to work, or wherever, whenever possible as a preferred method to get from point A to point B. I have completed two Avon Walks for Breast Cancer. I have not produced a perspective for walking when there is nowhere to go. The thought of an aimless stroll seems foreign.
Every morning I lie to myself, “Today I will go for a walk or a bike ride.” And the day goes by then next thing I know it is 5:00. “Where did the time go? Wow, did I waste another day. Oh I don’t wanna go now. I’ll do it tomorrow.” And the next day plays out just like the day before. In the end, I mentally lambasted myself for being unmotivated.
After three weeks of this, my vanity thrashed my lethargy. Realistically, I am 35 years old and weight gain in the face of slothfulness seemed inevitable. As I inspected my body in the mirror, my context shifted. I am a vital young woman who needs to maintain herself. Exercise is more imperative than a pedicure, cut and color, or eyebrow wax. It is time for me to have the body of my dreams. I will have best figure yet by the time I turn 36 in August.
So yesterday, I laced up my sneakers and explored my neighborhood. I walked for three miles and viewed all sorts of cool places to check out in the future. I even tested a new sandwich shop. I came home and picked up those free weights and must have gotten inspired because the next thing I knew I was squatting and crunching. Moreover, last evening I went out and purchased new walking shoes and arm weights.
I am committing to exercising every other day and I cannot wait to test those new shoes tomorrow. I invite those of you who interact with me to hold me accountable.
Most people have some area of life they believe they would impact if they only had more time. What is yours?
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If I had more time, I would see more people, and make more money.
ReplyDeleteI would paint more pictures
ReplyDelete@ Tim then you would need more time so you could meet with more people so you could make more money. Problem Solution Mass.
ReplyDelete@ Elisa, you were right when you said going of staff doesn't handle those things you thought you'd do if you have the time. Alas, I had to interupt the drift:)
Junko says: A, how many times have you worked out so far?
ReplyDelete@ Junko--three. Today is going to be 4!
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