I feel like I’m going to wimp out on this.
I’ve been going very regularly for almost a year now and I love it. This past week or so, however, I’ve been tired and run down and super busy at work and grumpy and I haven’t really gone much this week. Once or twice I think.
And Saturday is the one day I ALWAYS go. It’s a thing I have. I always go to the gym on Saturday, even if I’m sick. And right now I’m sitting here not wanting to go.
So I’m writing an entry about it and once I hit “save” I’m getting off the couch and going to the gym.
I don’t want to give up and I don’t want to quit.
Here goes.
Nov 25, 2006, 01:28PM PST | 1 cheer | 0 comments
I hurt my back. Not exercising, dealing with a lingering cough. I know, kind of geeky! The point is, when I went to the doctor ( and subsequently the physiotherapist ) my big concern was if I could exercise… and if I couldn’t, how long would it be? I was worried that all the progress I’d made would be destroyed and by the time I got back to the gym I’d be a fat, flabby mess. Unrealistic, maybe, but still what was going through my mind. The good news was that I still went to the gym once or maybe twice a week. I iced my back before and after and stayed away from the weights and just did gentle cardio. And I’m better now! Still not 100%, but I didn’t turn into a flabby lump and I didn’t lose my motivation. I just had to listen to my body and go back slowly and, most importantly, be OK with that. I still need to watch myself and be careful and gentle but I’m back at it all the way I was a month ago. My point is this: an injury doesn’t have to be the end of your attempt to exercise regularly. Not by any means. It may mean the end of a certain type of exercise, but there’s always something else. Don’t get discouraged, don’t quit. I’ve been going to the gym every week now since February. That’s six whole months. Yay for me! YAY!
Jul 18, 2006, 09:35AM PDT | 0 comments
Karma’s messing with me. Or maybe the universe. Karma most likely. What am I hearing it say? That it’s not a good idea to have mean feelings or build up nasty thoughts about people. Because the teachers that I’ve been intimidated by and have spoken unkindly about over the past four or five years? I’ll be working with them next year. And the nice thing? I’d already decided mid-way through this year that I didn’t want to bitch and complain about them anymore. And I made the effort to be kind about them or to not say anything negative about them to others. It was hard but at least now I feel comfortable knowing I’ll be working with them. Now I just have to get over being intimidated by them.
May 09, 2006, 09:56PM PDT | 0 comments
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