Exercise.
The thing I hate about exercising and healthy eating is, you have to do it every day.
Now that sounds stupidly obvious. OF COURSE you have to do it every day. But when you're in the place that I am, far enough along with the diet and exercise regime that it's lost its novelty, but not far enough along that it's become an integral part of your life yet, it seems horribly unfair that it has to be a daily thing. I get such a rush when I jog for an hour or eat my 5-a-day of fruits and vegetables (and not much else for the day), it seems to me that I should get to savour that smug, self-righteous feeling for a few days at least, the way you do when you get an A in class or a nice compliment from someone you fancy. But no, I go to sleep and when I wake up I have to do it all over again.
Of course, I haven't been doing enough of it lately.
Since Mom had her op in November my exercise regime has gone to hell. I didn't notice this so much in Nov-Dec, because the combined stress of running around getting things for Mom and breaking up with Oli and thinking I was going nuts because of the nasty notes and journal comments and phone calls I was getting, I dropped 28 lbs in a little under a month, plus a couple more on top. Stupidly, I just assumed that people were being kind when they asked me if I'd lost weight. I didn't even notice it, really, until after Christmas I had my check-up with the doctor and he asked me if I'd started a new diet and exercise plan and I realised, actually, I hadn't had time to exercise AT ALL in the last two months.
When I saw him, I immediately realised that I needed to start up at the gym again, and I had great plans to go, and then mono (glandular fever) knocked me on my ass. And just when I was recovering that I got the Bell's Palsy, and was banned from any type of exercise, and then I had a nasty flu, and now somehow without my realising it's nearly May and I haven't been to the gym for about 5 months.
Oh, it's not like I don't get any exercise at all. What with walking to the shop and around the house and running up and down the stairs all the time, as well as the planned walks I take daily, I end up walking about five miles a day. Plus my standard ballet exercises, which at the moment take me half an hour to do them all, and I try to do them twice a day, although when I get the repetitions up (with the approval of my physiotherapist, who thinks it's better to not do enough than do too much; what with needing to be thin for Tony and Debbie's wedding I generally disagree with her, but nevermind) they'll take me an hour.
But those are really just stretches. The most aerobic I get is balancing on my hands and heels in a triangle to stretch my obliques and serratus anterior. Not exactly Cardio Central.
So what I really need is something that will get my heart pumping. Preferably a treadmill. I'm not overly keen on the cross-trainer machines, at least not as part of my daily regime. I can take or leave an exercise bike, although I kind of like those ones where you get to sit in a chair and pedal. And rowers...well, they're OK, but I don't care all that much about my lats and trapezius, and I can tone up my arms just with weights.
(Yes, I know that you should use every machine to get a well-rounded workout, but I don't care all that much about being well-rounded; some parts of my body are fine as they are.)
The question is whether I should try and find a good gym, which would offer me all these things but might be a pain in the butt to get to with no car, or try and buy a treadmill, which would offer me the convenience of working at home - as well as not feeling horribly inadequate because of all the beautiful skinny girls who seem to inhabit the gyms around St. Albans - but I wouldn't have a clue where to put.
Actually, the REAL question is what I can afford.
Probably Mom will kill me if I buy yet more exercise equipment, so I'm still leaning towards the gym, but I need to find one that's a) close to me, or that I can get to easily, either by bus or bribing someone with a car to go with me, and b) will let me pay per session, and not too much. I don't want a pay monthly gym when I don't know how many times a week I can get there.
Oh, how I wish I were rich. *sigh*
And that's how my life is right now, really. Not much to mention, because there's not much going on besides exercise and wedding preparations and standard things like eating and sleeping and playing DS.
Although Hotel Babylon started on Sky, and after a year or more of refusing to watch because it looked so crass and tacky, I'm totally addicted after just the first episode. Shame the character that Michael Obiora plays is gay, because he has the face of an angel. Not that I care one whit whether someone is gay or not, just that it cuts down on my fantasising when it's a guy I'm attracted to.
So what's going on with you, dear reader?
The thing I hate about exercising and healthy eating is, you have to do it every day.
Now that sounds stupidly obvious. OF COURSE you have to do it every day. But when you're in the place that I am, far enough along with the diet and exercise regime that it's lost its novelty, but not far enough along that it's become an integral part of your life yet, it seems horribly unfair that it has to be a daily thing. I get such a rush when I jog for an hour or eat my 5-a-day of fruits and vegetables (and not much else for the day), it seems to me that I should get to savour that smug, self-righteous feeling for a few days at least, the way you do when you get an A in class or a nice compliment from someone you fancy. But no, I go to sleep and when I wake up I have to do it all over again.
Of course, I haven't been doing enough of it lately.
Since Mom had her op in November my exercise regime has gone to hell. I didn't notice this so much in Nov-Dec, because the combined stress of running around getting things for Mom and breaking up with Oli and thinking I was going nuts because of the nasty notes and journal comments and phone calls I was getting, I dropped 28 lbs in a little under a month, plus a couple more on top. Stupidly, I just assumed that people were being kind when they asked me if I'd lost weight. I didn't even notice it, really, until after Christmas I had my check-up with the doctor and he asked me if I'd started a new diet and exercise plan and I realised, actually, I hadn't had time to exercise AT ALL in the last two months.
When I saw him, I immediately realised that I needed to start up at the gym again, and I had great plans to go, and then mono (glandular fever) knocked me on my ass. And just when I was recovering that I got the Bell's Palsy, and was banned from any type of exercise, and then I had a nasty flu, and now somehow without my realising it's nearly May and I haven't been to the gym for about 5 months.
Oh, it's not like I don't get any exercise at all. What with walking to the shop and around the house and running up and down the stairs all the time, as well as the planned walks I take daily, I end up walking about five miles a day. Plus my standard ballet exercises, which at the moment take me half an hour to do them all, and I try to do them twice a day, although when I get the repetitions up (with the approval of my physiotherapist, who thinks it's better to not do enough than do too much; what with needing to be thin for Tony and Debbie's wedding I generally disagree with her, but nevermind) they'll take me an hour.
But those are really just stretches. The most aerobic I get is balancing on my hands and heels in a triangle to stretch my obliques and serratus anterior. Not exactly Cardio Central.
So what I really need is something that will get my heart pumping. Preferably a treadmill. I'm not overly keen on the cross-trainer machines, at least not as part of my daily regime. I can take or leave an exercise bike, although I kind of like those ones where you get to sit in a chair and pedal. And rowers...well, they're OK, but I don't care all that much about my lats and trapezius, and I can tone up my arms just with weights.
(Yes, I know that you should use every machine to get a well-rounded workout, but I don't care all that much about being well-rounded; some parts of my body are fine as they are.)
The question is whether I should try and find a good gym, which would offer me all these things but might be a pain in the butt to get to with no car, or try and buy a treadmill, which would offer me the convenience of working at home - as well as not feeling horribly inadequate because of all the beautiful skinny girls who seem to inhabit the gyms around St. Albans - but I wouldn't have a clue where to put.
Actually, the REAL question is what I can afford.
Probably Mom will kill me if I buy yet more exercise equipment, so I'm still leaning towards the gym, but I need to find one that's a) close to me, or that I can get to easily, either by bus or bribing someone with a car to go with me, and b) will let me pay per session, and not too much. I don't want a pay monthly gym when I don't know how many times a week I can get there.
Oh, how I wish I were rich. *sigh*
And that's how my life is right now, really. Not much to mention, because there's not much going on besides exercise and wedding preparations and standard things like eating and sleeping and playing DS.
Although Hotel Babylon started on Sky, and after a year or more of refusing to watch because it looked so crass and tacky, I'm totally addicted after just the first episode. Shame the character that Michael Obiora plays is gay, because he has the face of an angel. Not that I care one whit whether someone is gay or not, just that it cuts down on my fantasising when it's a guy I'm attracted to.
So what's going on with you, dear reader?
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