Yay, I’ve been proud of myself for starting to exercise a bit more. I am signed up for two 5K runs and I wanted to be able to do them without feeling like a complete idiot who is out of breath in the first five minutes and I didn’t want to be the last person; however even the last person should be proud for finishing!
So, I’ve went on the treadmill a few times and it’s been really hard to get myself to do it. I usually manage to talk myself out of it and find all the stupid excuses. One time, true story here, I wanted to do Zumba on my Wii. I mean I actually had a desire to do it and was excited about it, but once I went to the living room to do it, I realized I’d have to move the coffee table. BAM, I hit that resistance wall and that was the doom of my workout. I sadly did not do any Zumba that evening and was quite disappointed in myself for using such a lame ass excuse. I mean seriously, that was my excuse? Come on Danielle.
So, back to being proud of myself. Granted I did not do Wii Zumba that evening I have managed a few times to make it down to the treadmill. It isn’t located in my house, so it’s not super convenient, but I did it! At first I told myself I was going to walk for 20 minutes and I did. I even managed a mile that time. That same week I decided to go to a Zumba class at the local community center. It was for an hour, I figured I’d die, but if I couldn’t last the whole hour then it was OK if I left a bit early, but nope, I managed the whole hour. Woot!
Then the next time I decided to exercise was very random. I was frustrated, irritated and upset at the
pain joys of being a parent and life’s tough times, but instead of emotional eating I got dressed and said I was going for a run. I didn’t ask for permission, I didn’t even feel bad for leaving the house, but instead I went for a walk/job OUTSIDE. It was February in Minnesota and was only 27 degrees. I did it, I went for a whole mile in 17 minutes. I came back into the house and thought; what the hell was that? I don’t jog for fun or when I’m upset and surely I don’t do it outside in the winter. I thought I was insane, but for some odd reason I was proud. Now, I’m not going to go into each time I’ve exercised since then, but I have done it. Not often, but more than before so that’s a good start. I even was able to walk/jog a mile in 14 minutes the other day and continued after that for another 1/2 mile for a total of 1.5 miles in 22 minutes. Now, I can’t compare myself to others because to some that it minuscule, but to me I’m proud.
You can’t tell too much here, but here is a sweaty picture after my 22 minutes 1.5 mile jog!