Monday, December 09, 2013
A few years ago... eh, who am I kidding, about 15 years ago, I used to teach aerobics. I taught about 7 classes a week, I worked at 2 different gyms and I slammed down Slim Fast shakes for breakfast and lunch.
I was still 158 pounds.
So when it comes to exercise, I have this love/ hate relationship. I used to kid that I would only work out if someone paid me, that's how I became a certified instructor. I went to visit my brother in law and his wife, and one of their friends asked what I did for a living. When I told them I was a fitness instructor, he laughed and said, "No really, what do you do?" Mortifying.
So, when I started massage therapy classes, I dropped my teaching down to about 3 classes, started eating vegetarian (that's another story), and immersed myself into alternative healing.
My weight shot up to 185, more than when I was pregnant with my son.
There's a lot more to weight loss than watching what you eat. If someone told me to "just eat less/healthier/better", I would throw a falafel at them.
So years go by and here I am. I feel pretty empowered by my knowledge about food, muscles, and spirituality, but I am still fairly unhappy about my weight. Silly girl.
So I decided I would not be a slug anymore. I went downstairs, fired up the old treadmill and started on a mile jog. How hard could that be?
Hard. Very, very hard.
It took me 16 minutes to get through that mile. I was disappointed to say the least.
I became determined instead. That is a goal to beat! That is something to aim for! Who cares what I did FIFTEEN years ago. Right now, on this day, I "run" a 16 minute mile. It can only get better from here.