Tired of the Gym, But Weight Doesn’t Just Fall Off the Lazy
Last week, I was at the gym 6 out of 7 days. Frankly, my body is tired. Very, very tired.
Let’s recap. On Monday, out of character, I decided to attend a new class in the evening and afterwards, I went to the gym for about an hour and forty-five minutes. On Tuesday, I attended dance class for an hour and a half, as usual, and then went to the gym for another hour and a half. On Wednesday, completely out of character, I attended two dance classes totaling two hours and forty-five minutes, and then went to the gym for another hour and a half.
By Thursday, my body was beginning to feel it, but I still went to dance class for an hour and a half, as usual, and then the gym for another hour. I would have stayed for the full hour and a half, except, I was wiped out. I thought about it; about having to get on that exercise bike and pedal for 30 minutes and I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Plus, I had completely forgotten that Friday I would have to come back into the gym because my sister decided she wanted to come with me and I didn’t have the heart to tell her Friday was my normal day off. So, on Friday morning, I ventured into the gym yet again and worked out for an hour and a half. Plus, I had to play nanny to my inexperienced sister who thought it would be fun to overexert herself despite my warnings.
On Saturday, I laid in bed thinking to myself, "Self, do you really and truly want to go to ballet for an hour and a half?" The answer, of course, was no, but I got up and went anyway. Later that afternoon, after my Weight Watchers meeting (I only stayed for the weigh in and ditched) and went to the gym for another hour.
Sunday rolled around and it was planned that I would go back to the gym with my sister, but by some miracle (actually, I kind of saw it coming from a mile away and was thankful for it), my sister canceled on me. Unfortunately, she called me later that night and said she wanted to head out this morning bright and early at 8am. Well, despite being royally pissed that I had to wake up so early in the morning, I was glad that she canceled at the last minute so my body could take another day to rest. Because, believe it or not, I start this whole process again tomorrow. The good news, assuming my sister holds her course, is that I don’t need to worry about working out on Friday or Sunday morning.
When all is said and done, though, I’m glad for the effect all this exercise is having on my body–I’m down 7+ pounds since joining weight watchers, I’m down 15+ pounds overall, and my clothes are beginning to fit more loosely. I’m betting that within a couple months, I’ll be down to at least a comfortable size 10-12 pant again. And I am looking forward to that day.
Tags: fatigue, gym, weight loss, weight watchers
Filed under: Curse-Worthy Moments, Personal Ramblings, Shedding Pounds
This post was exactly what I needed to read. I love the idea of a dance class. I have been sloth-like lately. I suspect that will change next week when I start renovating the new house.