I was trying very hard not to curse anywhere but in my head.
Which was probably a good thing because I don’t think they take well to loudly screamed f*&$*s at my local exercise facility. And quite frankly, given that I am doing pushups on a board, I’m not sure I have the lung capacity right now to scream.
Instead of screaming, I gently reminded myself that starting where you are is not for sissies.
Back in the day, I used exercise to help me through stress and life’s little bumps. At some point over the past few years, exercise went right out the window. Injuries sidelined me. Or work called. Or I was just plain dog tired. Many of you, I’m sure, know the routine.
When my sister oh so lovingly posted vacation pics of me looking like a baby hippo—and I wondered who that thick-through-the-middle woman was—I decided it was time to crack the whip again.
And by crack the whip, I mean fit in at least a measly 30 minutes of exercise per day.
Triathletes, begone. I can hear your snickers. Go have some whey protein.
Why 30 minutes?
Because you have to start somewhere.
And I’m starting where I am.
I realize I am not alone. Many of us forego beginning new things because it means facing our current situation.
The couple who avoids marriage counseling for years because it means accepting that they’re in “that” situation. Avoidance allows them to think it’s not that bad. Until they get divorced.
The person whose social drinking remains just that, in their head at least. Because talking to someone about it means admitting they might have a problem. Until they realize it really is a problem when they get pulled over for crossing the center line on the road.
I don’t think I need to go on. We all have areas where we don’t like the truth so we avoid it. And in so doing, we get to live in Lala Land a bit longer.
But in the meantime, the problem grows larger. Like I have.
So, I need to get fit. Again. Did I mention I taught aerobics at one point?
That means I know what I need to do. And I write that as I drink my whey protein breakfast smoothie.
It will take a while; this I know.
I am a hedonist. I love good food, good wine and do not believe monk-like asceticism is healthy for all that long. There will be a crème brulee in my regimen somewhere. And probably a sparkling rosé.
I do not desire to look good to take revenge on my ex, attract hoards of suitors or make the women at the pool drool in envy. All seem to be motivators for a good portion of the population but, quite frankly, I think those are stupid, other-centered motivators.
I just want to be healthy, feel good, have more energy. Enjoy life.
Fit into my f*$*($*ing jeans.
So off I go, beginning where I am. No denial.
Beginning where you are might suck, but it sure beats the alternative, which is not beginning at all. I’ve done that for long enough.
How about you?