I had a friend that would yell “Listen!’ every time he wanted to tell you something. It was quite possibly the funniest thing because nothing he ever said was very important. I mean, you would yell “listen” for things like winning the lottery or going viral or having a kid get straight A’s, right? But no, he would yell listen for things like he had a cheese sandwich and he filled up gas in his car.
So I was going to start this post with LISTEN! But you are already here. SO here it goes.
As you know, I am back on a health journey. I usually lose weight real fast but this time is different. I am doing it slower than normal. I am truly eating less. When I have lost weight in the past, I would just eliminate foods, kind of like Keto but not really. But then I would fall off and eat like crazy. And I realized that I just cannot live like that. So this time, I am truly writing down what I eat and eating less. Tracking food fucking sucks ass. Like I am an adult yet I have to write down I ate half of a fucking peach????? But food consumption for me is literally like a bank account. If I do not know what is coming out, I will be overdrawn. By the way, I am overdrawn in my bank account quite often. So I need to write down my food and I need to write down my finances.
Anyway, while eating has been on track, the gym has not. This is nothing like me because literally from 2008-2020 I was in the gym 5-7 times a week. Even when I ate bad, I was at the gym.
Then, something called the Pandemic hit.
The Pandemic was pretty bad for me for a lot of reasons. Well, it was bad for a lot of people. Especially those who lost loved ones and who had financial issues for trying to keep their family safe. I wanted to say all of that so you do not think I am diminishing it. But I stopped working out. Completely. I considered getting a Pelaton but at the time it was virtually impossible and I am glad I did not because I probably would not have used it. But I ate and did not work out. And my depression grew as well.
So after the pandemic, I still did not go to the gym. I made excuses. It was a closed room and a lot of sweat and even if I wear a mask it is not safe…
But at the end of the day those were excuses. And I know it.
And for quite a while I tell myself I will go to the gym. And do not get me wrong, I have gone this year but it was for five minutes or ten. Not long. I just hated it. And I would hate myself because I wanted to love it again.
So there are a lot of excuses I made. But something happened today that has not happened all year. I went to the gym. And I worked out effortlessly for an hour. Like legit 150 BPM Fitbit loving worked out. And I wanted to do more but wanted to just do an hour. I went to today thinking I would only do 30 minutes. Nope. An hour.
And I will be back tomorrow. And the next day. Because for the first time since the pandemic started, I loved the gym today.
That’s a great first day at the gym! I’m usually sucking wind after ten minutes feeling like I’ll never get back up to an hour. I’m a treadmill gal right now, currently watching “Wednesday” while I cruise along at a comfortable 6mph, preparing for my first post Pandemic gym visit.
Per your last post, I followed the link to sign up for “post”, and am either 1400 or 4100 on the waitlist lol. I dipped out before the correct number registered in my feverish 6mph treadmill addled brain