I had to fill out a medical form this week that asked me how many times a week I work out...I hate answering those questions. If I say 2-3 does that count the times I run up the stairs and get out of breath? Then they ask for how long...I said 20-30 minutes. I go for walks, play with Adriah (hey, building forts out of couch pillows can be exhausting!) and now I also have a membership at Lifetime Fitness. That in itself doesn't mean a whole lot. You actually have to go and "work out." Not only that, if I go twice a week Medica pays for $20 my membership. You'd think that be a piece of cake but boy, am I good at thinking of reasons why I shouldn't go. Thankfully I meet a friend there and we do classes together or it would be a major waste of money. Not that I don't want to be fit! I do! But I'm one of those people that no matter how often I lift, jog, press, sweat...my body doesn't change a whole lot. My husband on the other hand can do sit-ups three days in a row and wake up with a six-pack. Life isn't fair. I go because I want to be healthy...and live a long life. I want no regrets because I was lazy. I'm not lazy, just not motivated to have the perfect body.
Okay, I have a confession. I also go because I love candy and chocolate! Instead of cutting that out of my diet...I "work out" to burn it off.Â I'm always amazed at how little calories you burn and how many calories are in the good stuff! Can I hear an amen?
Anyways, I'm getting into a good routine and maybe this time I'll be surprised at the tone muscles that develop...I doubt it! The good news is I'm happy in my skin.
until next time...