Imma need that in a gallon tub!!
You know they say never take advice from anyone that has not
been through what you are going through. You know; never take relationship
advice from someone who has never been married, never take style advice from
someone who shops off the mannequin. Or my favorite, never take advice about
life from anyone who has never died. I got that covered twice! It is like my
PHD!!!! But today,
Where is my will power to work out?
The Frozen food aisle for all you can eat feelings with
nuts and chocolate. I know, I know you have heard it all. It is good for
you, you will live longer, you will be healthier, your mind and blah blah and
who gives a wet Cheeto! But why is opening a tub of ice cream easier than going
to the gym.
Well the ice cream doesn’t look at me while I make awkward
movements on a machine that I can’t figure out. Ice cream has never been next
to me on a treadmill and drop sweat on me. Ice Cream has never taken off it clothes
in the locker room and stood in front of me with the entire National Geographic
subscription telling me about her garden. GOD, I hope it was her garden. Also it does not walk around with shorts that
are hugging his manhood with one string. Believe me I can go on and on but the
truth of the matter is the best things for you aren’t always comfortable.
I am not trying to convince you to work out or go on some
crazy diet were you eat seaweed and olive oil 3 times a day. I am trying to
convince myself that it will be okay when I start back working out. But will
it, will it really?
I am the person that
tore her meniscus while playing kickball at age 28. PLAYING KICKBALL???? Not saving
a kitten from a burning building or catching a small child that was falling. I
was playing a game that kids in elementary play and I ended up at the Urgent
Care talking about I was running. First off, I can’t run! Me running looks like
a bad science experiment were you are trying to train your body to ride a traditional
bike with one foot. I don’t know where my arms and hands go. Do they match my
feet, are the opposite my feet or do I just hug myself? I don’t know?! Then
like breathing has to be incorporated. It is too much; I mean it is just too
much. Then I go to the gym and try to do the machines and this is all types of
wrong. I am on this thing that moves side to side and your standing and again;
WHAT DO I DO WITH MY HANDS? Do I stand there just holding the bars? That can’t
be a workout. I hear you; ZaKiya go into a class.
Oh a class! Don’t make me make you laugh. First off I can
dance, let’s get that out and in the clear but I cannot do the routine that
Maryanne has come up with to Cotton Eyed Joe. My feet don’t skip like that
Partner. Then they have step classes. If I tore my meniscus running, you want
me to jump around on a block with a touch of dancing while Gretchen is
screaming out now grapevine. No thank you. Maybe I should just K.I.S.S.
Keep It Simple Stupid!! Walking is awesome and very free. I
can do it with my Sullybug and I pick the scenery. But where do you find the
motivation?!?! You know I just need to go. Pick a day, grab the baby, and go.
But then I walk up the stairs and there is ice cream in the frig and I am back
to square one; With a spoon.
Okay life is an ever changing bouncy ball. I know I don’t
have forever so Why are we so hard on ourselves? Maybe I should just break out
and dance really hard for 3 songs. Or maybe after dinner I should take Sully
out for fresh air. I just gave myself all these solutions. You can start one
day and it is small steps. We are not going to a 5 K on Friday and if you are I
am sorry this blog is not for you. Maybe you could walk around your office
twice for 15 minutes 3 days a week or maybe not. But stop holding yourself
hostage to a health magazine. You have never see the picture of the author and
it could be some guy name Greg that is eating a donut and drinking a Super Big
Gulp. Whatever you decide be happy with that and if you are not happy then
change it one step at a time. Don’t let others tell you about you. Unless it is
me because you know I died twice sooooo I can kind of tell you. Laugh, Love and
Laugh some more.
With Love and Cookies
I tried on swimsuits for the first time in several years this week, let's just say that while I look decent in regular clothes, my appearance in swimwear is enough to frighten small children and will probably contribute to development of PTSD. Why is it so much easier to reach in that container of cookies that eat that banana? I feel your pain, it is a struggle....
ReplyDeleteI don't know why my name was removed, but this is Toni Taylor... I'll figure that out at some point
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