I may be the laziest person in the world.
No, seriously.
I would rather not go pee than leave my bed.
Or I would rather call in sick at work than walk 15 mins to my office. (Only done that once, PROMISE!)
So it is no surprise that I don't really work out.
Its so much work! And I don't mean the workout itself.
You have to get up, get undressed, get dressed, take off the make up (I hate sweating on a dirty face), put on the shoes, get the bottle of water, find the key to the gym, find the house keys, get the phone, find the ipod. FINALLY leave the apt, walk to the gym, settle on a machine, figure out how to work the machine and FINALLY start.
See? Exhausting. Too much work in just getting ready.
However, I realized that I need to somehow get off my butt and do something.
A few weeks ago I started making myself get up in the morning and go for a jog.
And you know what? Despite my laziness, I enjoyed it!
I enjoyed my 'me time' that came with it, I enjoyed creating a playlist and I enjoyed the cold weather.
The only bad part is that about a year and 10 months ago I injured my left ankle quite badly and cold weather makes it cramp and hurt very easily. Because of that, I've been having to take it slow so as to not be on bed rest again.
Thanks to my new addiction, pinterest.com, I have found little 10-12 min workouts I can do in the morning and at night. These are easy movement exercises that put little to no effort on my injured foot. They aren't the best and they might be working very slow, but at least I'm getting off my arse.
Truth is, ever since I started doing them, I do feel better. I kinda think it is all psychological but I don't care. It's making me happy, its making me breath better and it's slowly getting me off my depression (which doesn't mean that I am not sad/upset about my ongoing events).
I've also noted that I eat a lot less and somewhat healthier. Now, I think some of it may be that my emotions are still taking over the best of my body (for the best or for the worst. I tend to eat too little/nothing at all or eat an entire village) but I want to think that somehow this whole 'I'm building some sort of regime thing' is at fault. In the mornings, I tend to crave fruit, which is a first to me and in the past few weeks I have been cooking more than usual.
See, healthier!
Or at least healthier than eating out at fast food places.
I started to do this to be healthier. Now, I am just doing it because it makes me feel better.
And the laziness? It's still there but now, I'm kicking its arse!
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