Anyway, I think I've mentioned before that exercise and I are not friends, hence the size of my heiney. I've never gotten the OMGTHEENDORPHINSILOVETOWORKOUTZOMG crap that people "talk" about. I say "talk" because I think they're full of shit, and that feeling is the dizzies you get right before you pass out. But now that I'm a parent, and a role model (I still choke a little bit trying to say that), I need to get my proverbial shit together so that my kids don't become molded to the couch with playstation controllers stuck to their grubby little hands.
That being said, I've exercised four days in a row, and this is what I've learned:
- It's not that bad if you can something you can tolerate. I don't mind the stationary bike, because I can read at the same time. I don't mind the treadmill, because I can catch up on the ol' DVR while doing that. Kind of. I'm not the best at multitasking in that way, but I need more than music to focus on while
putting myself through this tortureworking on a better me.
- I freaking REEK. I really need to cut down on the amount of garlic I cook with. Holy shit.
- I. Am. Old. As in, I'm pretty sure my muscles have atrophied in certain spots. I attempted yoga last night, and I think I dislocated a hip.
So, if you're looking for me today, you'll find me in the recliner, with ice packs on my hips, abs, and shoulders - actually, I'll just fill the bathtub with ice and be in there. With my laptop, shopping for a walk-in bathtub, a home-health aide, and ordering reading glasses, denture adhesive, and a bunch of polyester and elastic so I can start making my age-appropriate pants.
Happy Friday. :)