I feel good. Despite our living situation which constantly plagues my good humor, adding an exercise and diet routine I think is very healthy for me both physically and mentally. It feels like one more step toward a better future.
Before my life went to hell, I had started to loose weight. I joined curves and met some very nice women. I LOVED curves. I realize their circuit gets a bad rap because its not very challenging for some people. But for someone like me who is morbidly obese and has an anxiety of working out with men, it was the perfect solution. Not to mention I got a lot of one on one with the trainer.
With the YMCA I have yet to actually see a trainer. There was one attendant there, but he seemed more like a custodian than there to help you. So far I've stuck to just walking on the treadmill for 10 minutes. That's sufficient to make me a bit light headed, so I'm sticking with that for now. But I also added swimming to my day today.
I love getting in that pool! Though I'm not a strong swimmer, I did venture out to the 8 foot part of it today. I was very proud of myself for being brave. I've never wrote about this before, but I believe I drowned in a past life. So me and water kind of have this love/hate thing going.
I love to be in it, love to meditate while floating on the water. But I also get paranoid when I know my feet can't touch the bottom. So most of the time I stay in the 3 ft area. My daughter is the same way and she hates to get her face wet.
The good news is I lost weight this week, though its not much. Remember I just started this on Tuesday. So on Tuesday I weighed 265 lbs. Today, 263. So not much difference but its a start.
My muscles aren't as sore. I think the swimming is really helping with that. Tomorrow is a skip it day to just rest and then back for more on Monday. I hope I can convince Dh to go with me then since he won't have to work. Its so much better when we do this together.
Have a wonderful and lazy Sunday everyone!
Showing posts with label diet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diet. Show all posts
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Mortality
Death is no more than passing from one room into
another.
Helen Keller
This week I can't help but to think of my own mortality. My mother came close to leaving this world on Thanksgiving, and it's really brought home that I'm not a kid or young adult anymore. We can leave this world at any time. Our actions or inactions will decide our fate.
Death to me is just a transition to a new place. I neither aim for it, nor wish to avoid it at all costs. It simply is. That said, I don't believe on putting the peddle to the metal and speeding toward it. Yet, isn't that what my mother has done by living an unhealthy lifestyle for 60 years? She's ate what she wants, however much she wants her entire life. And that has led to two heart attacks on her 60th birthday. She is healing btw, but we still do not know how much damage to her heart was done.
I certainly don't want to spend my 60th birthday in the hospital fighting for my life. Yet, what am I willing to do to avoid it? Well I need to go back on the diet I started last year. And somehow work in an exercise routine. It would help tremendously if I had my own space! That way I could control what kind of foods are in the household and how the food is prepared. Here there is a table with way too much temptation and loading foods with fat is just how it's "suppose" to be. It's hearty food and delicious. It's just way too tempting to pile a lot of food on our plates and gorge oneself.
And then we come to our activity, or lack thereof. I am self conscious of exercising with people present. I've tried before and I'm just too shy. I always feel like people are judging me. That's why I liked when I joined Curves last year because IF there were people there, it was all women with "real" bodies. Not stick thin or beefed up with muscle's like some other gyms. Most of the time though I could time my visits where the area was mine alone. I went in, sweat my bottom off, and left with none there to witness. Maybe I can check into joining a YMCA or something. I thought about it before but I didn't have transportation.
I know one thing, if this week hasn't taught me anything else, it's that I don't want to be my mother.
Helen Keller
This week I can't help but to think of my own mortality. My mother came close to leaving this world on Thanksgiving, and it's really brought home that I'm not a kid or young adult anymore. We can leave this world at any time. Our actions or inactions will decide our fate.
Death to me is just a transition to a new place. I neither aim for it, nor wish to avoid it at all costs. It simply is. That said, I don't believe on putting the peddle to the metal and speeding toward it. Yet, isn't that what my mother has done by living an unhealthy lifestyle for 60 years? She's ate what she wants, however much she wants her entire life. And that has led to two heart attacks on her 60th birthday. She is healing btw, but we still do not know how much damage to her heart was done.
I certainly don't want to spend my 60th birthday in the hospital fighting for my life. Yet, what am I willing to do to avoid it? Well I need to go back on the diet I started last year. And somehow work in an exercise routine. It would help tremendously if I had my own space! That way I could control what kind of foods are in the household and how the food is prepared. Here there is a table with way too much temptation and loading foods with fat is just how it's "suppose" to be. It's hearty food and delicious. It's just way too tempting to pile a lot of food on our plates and gorge oneself.
And then we come to our activity, or lack thereof. I am self conscious of exercising with people present. I've tried before and I'm just too shy. I always feel like people are judging me. That's why I liked when I joined Curves last year because IF there were people there, it was all women with "real" bodies. Not stick thin or beefed up with muscle's like some other gyms. Most of the time though I could time my visits where the area was mine alone. I went in, sweat my bottom off, and left with none there to witness. Maybe I can check into joining a YMCA or something. I thought about it before but I didn't have transportation. I know one thing, if this week hasn't taught me anything else, it's that I don't want to be my mother.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)