About 5 years ago, I looked in the mirror at my fat thighs and the rolls under my bra and decided I’d had enough. With Tate’s help, we went on a low-carb diet (think more South Beach than Atkins) and I started going to the gym 3-4 times per week.
I went from a size 12 to a size 2.
Two kids, three moves, and a blog later, I’m almost back to being a size 12. My thighs are fat again, my stomach is a landscape of rolling hills, and my arms look like big, meaty burritos. I look in the mirror and feel disgusted, overwhelmed, tired, and hopeless. I’ve been trying really hard to make better food choices, but I know that I desperately need to start exercising.
Since having Carson almost four years ago, I’ve attempted to start regularly exercising probably 47, 638 times.
When we lived in Indiana, I was going to walk regularly (and BRISKLY!) with my neighbor, but it got cold and I hate doing physical activity when it’s cold. Then it got hot and apparently I can’t possibly do any sort of physical activity that might cause me to get flushed! Lawsy mercy, Miss Jennifer, you are so delicate! Just like a flower! I had considered joining a gym with some of my MOMS club friends, but I was nervous about leaving my kids in the nursery.
In the past few months I’ve worked out to DVD’s doing pilates and the 30 Day Shred, but I f*cking hate doing them. So there’s that.
Excuses, I say! Lame, lame, lame excuses. (Except for the bears in my neighborhood in Alabama. I wanted to lose weight yes, but losing weight because a bear gnawed off my leg seemed a bit excessive.)
I really want to start exercising again, I’m ready to feel better about how I look. It’s just that I’m not really sure how to go about exercising. The only time in the past that I’ve been successful with sticking to exercising was when I went to a gym on my way home from work everyday. Being a self-proclaimed genius, it occurred to me that I should try and replicate what was successful.
I should join a gym! But… (these aren’t excuses per se, they are REASONS why I’m not sure that I can actually join a gym.)
Not an excuse, but a reason (Nae, bar) #1: Getting a family membership at a gym would be expensive and there are so many things I’d rather buy, like camera lenses and Fritos.
Nae, bar #2: I don’t know how I feel about letting my kids hang out at a gym daycare with all the flu going around. Something tells me that gym daycares aren’t exactly the poster child for Germ-Free is Way to Be!
Nae, bar#3: I can’t go to the gym before Tate goes to work because he goes to work before humans should even be allowed to be awake.
Nae, bar #4: I know myself, and I’d never use my expensive gym membership if I waited to go in the evenings after Tate got home from work. (Especially since he regularly gets home after 7 PM.)
Nae, bar #5: After 7PM, my couch is especially comfortable and I would really rather watch House Hunters or Top Chef reruns than workout.
Those are NOT excuses, I say, NOT EXCUSES.
What are your reasons? Assuming, of course, that you don’t regularly exercise. And if you do regularly exercise (oh ye who must have children in school or a husband who doesn’t work 90 hours/week), how do you do it!?