After weeks of holiday treats, rich desserts, zero exercise and a 7 pound weight gain, it was time to go back to the Y. After paying the monthly fee for weeks and weeks…and weeks, and not going it was beginning to cross my mind that cancelling the membership might be a good idea, and less guilt inducing. But this week I made it through those door once more – well, twice more to be accurate.
It feels good…well, actually it’s very sore, but that feels good. Courtney dragged me to a 20 minute ab class the other night. I could hardly do most of what we did, but I tried. Then I did a combo walk/run routine on the treadmill for just about a half hour. This morning we tried Power Yoga and then ran/walked on the treadmill for 20 minutes.
Power Yoga was interesting. I am so not flexible. When everyone else appeared to be lying flat on their legs, I was sitting rather straight up. I also tipped over a little when we were doing balance exercises. But I would go back. I would like to gain a greater flexibility, and because it was all very new, I was not bored.
It’s constantly amazing to me how much better I feel when I am exercising. I am also constantly amazed at what a discipline it is. With all the knowledge I have about how good it is, how good I feel, how much better I naturally eat, and even sleep, I am frustrated by what a struggle it seems to be to maintain this piece of my health. I will be fifty years old in two years and fifty days and I want this struggle to be behind me by then.
But…I’m grateful that I don’t give up. I’m proud of myself for losing fifty pounds ten years ago and keeping at least that off. I’m pleased that I got rid of my “big girl clothes” – because when my pants quit fitting, I can’t go to the back of the closet, I have to go to the Y.
I have some very inspiring women around me – my friend Janna went on Weight Watchers a few years ago, lost her weight and has never put it back on. She did it, and she inspires me. My friend Cari also did Weight Watchers, lost her weight, began running and now runs marathons. I know this can be done.
Well, anyway. I’m back to the Y this week, which means I will move forward in my quest for health, strength and fitness. Happy New Year to me.