Do you ever feel trapped? Like you will forever be fat? Destined to live the eternal life as the fat friend in the photos, the big one in your family, the one that never truly keeps the weight off?
Do you ever feel like it doesn’t matter what you do it always remains the same? Yep, that s where I have been lately. Playing mini pity-party. Looking at the picture, and thinking I have no choices it is be fat or be fat. Truly we always have a choice. Be fat and happy or be fat and miserable. Be fat and work to change things you don’t like, or be fat and work to make things worse.
As I sat last night on the recumbent bike riding, being miserable, I thought about change. I thought about the passion I used to have for working out. I thought about my love for water aerobics, and my desire to outlast everyone in the gym on the elliptical. Where had it gone. My new job had killed the old me, or rather, the new me that came with this job had become complacent when I changed gyms.
See the SNAP fitness I joined turned out to not be right for me. It was more of a weight lifting gym, and I STILL don’t know how to use machines, not to mention it was more free weights than machines. The arc trainer, which I tried so hard to enjoy, turned out to be more of an enduring thing. The pain it caused in my hip was just not worth the price of admission. I never built a community there, and I found myself doing things like taking walks around the lake for exercise to avoid going to the gym. Not that that’s a bad alternative but it isn’t truly exercise in the same way.
So as I said a few days ago on twitter, don’t mess with what works. I have gone back to the YWCA in Minneapolis. Just off Lake Street. I have been everyday since I joined. My schedule, with as many hours as I work, doesn’t allow me to workout like I once did, so burnout shouldn’t creep in as fast, but I know it will… because I have been complacent in my workout.
Those choices I talked about not having, I had, and I made them… I made the choice to go home right after work, get in my jammies, cook dinner and be a lazy ass. I admit I made bad choices and they have led me to gain some weight back. I am not happy about it but I am the first to admit it. My pants are tight, and it is uncomfortable. I don’t like it. Everyday after work I am heading to the gym. 45 mins is my compromise, I don’t have to like it I just have to do it. I can spend those 45 mins however I like, on a bike, on an elliptical on the treadmill… sitting in the sauna if I really want to waste my own time. but I have to go.
I thought about making Saturday morning optional, and it might be, after a while, bodies need a rest day, but breaking routine isn’t a good thing, but I get to go in the morning. I think I might try Zumba Saturdays there is a class that looks like it might work with my schedule, and it might be fun, but I am totally uncoordinated, and if not I still should get in and do something. This past weekend I got in. Then Sundays are my Water Aerobics class!!! YAY!!! Back in the water again… where I belong, with my cohorts. I went this Sunday and it was like being home. The water caressed my skin and eased my pain.
I was sorrowful for the time I had been away from it, but not for long, I jumped right back to my old self in class, enjoying banter with the other ladies, and catching up with the teacher. It was a nice time, it was good to be back, and that Sunday Morning ritual should be an easy one to keep.
So I made the choice, to go back to something that worked, even if it isn’t quite in the same manner that it was. I had to remind myself that there is always a choice, even if you don’t like the choices that are there. Once you make that choice, you get new choices, and deciding not to decide is indeed a decision on its own, and not really a good decision.
So back at it I go… again.