Yesterday for work I had to do some research on childhood obesity. That was by far the most depressing news I have heard all year.
And as I'm slogging through hundreds of pages of research finding that we'll all die fat, miserable, poor and alone, I'm slurping a giant Pepsi and my tummy is gurgling with hunger and anger. And I never want to eat again.
After reading all this material about the flaming danger of a sedentary lifestyle, I desperately wanted to jump up on the equipment (I work at a gymnastics club) and do some pullups or handsprings or something. But after 12 hours of work, just go home and make some rice jumble, watch telly and go to bed.
Why is it so hard to get out of the couch potato slump?
The outrageous thing about it is, I really like exercise! I used to be a workout fiend, sometimes even twice a day! I would rollerblade through three towns, I would pound the springs of my trampoline til they actually needed replacement, I would wear out running shoes!
Of course, time is a real inhibitor, something I used to have tons of. Looking back at the days of cute li'l bikinis and short shorts that could barely fit "GYMNAST" across the bum, I had eons of free time and boundless energy. And if I got sick, I could stay home and sleep. Ah, the luxury of childhood.
But I can't blame it all on work, no siree, I cannot. My work actually provides a free gym for me. And my second job is a gym. And even in the past, when I was busy with work, I'd get home at 11:30 at night and go for a 2 mile jog to run off my frustration and energy.
It's a lifestyle.
That sounds corny. But the mentality of hurdling that first obstacle, when you actually put your gym bag in your car and just go do it already. You'll come up with a thousand excuses. I don't want to mess my hair up. I don't want to shower again today. My muscles are sore, my knee is hurting. I have PMS. I have a belly button.
And as I'm slogging through hundreds of pages of research finding that we'll all die fat, miserable, poor and alone, I'm slurping a giant Pepsi and my tummy is gurgling with hunger and anger. And I never want to eat again.
After reading all this material about the flaming danger of a sedentary lifestyle, I desperately wanted to jump up on the equipment (I work at a gymnastics club) and do some pullups or handsprings or something. But after 12 hours of work, just go home and make some rice jumble, watch telly and go to bed.
Why is it so hard to get out of the couch potato slump?
The outrageous thing about it is, I really like exercise! I used to be a workout fiend, sometimes even twice a day! I would rollerblade through three towns, I would pound the springs of my trampoline til they actually needed replacement, I would wear out running shoes!
Of course, time is a real inhibitor, something I used to have tons of. Looking back at the days of cute li'l bikinis and short shorts that could barely fit "GYMNAST" across the bum, I had eons of free time and boundless energy. And if I got sick, I could stay home and sleep. Ah, the luxury of childhood.
But I can't blame it all on work, no siree, I cannot. My work actually provides a free gym for me. And my second job is a gym. And even in the past, when I was busy with work, I'd get home at 11:30 at night and go for a 2 mile jog to run off my frustration and energy.
It's a lifestyle.
That sounds corny. But the mentality of hurdling that first obstacle, when you actually put your gym bag in your car and just go do it already. You'll come up with a thousand excuses. I don't want to mess my hair up. I don't want to shower again today. My muscles are sore, my knee is hurting. I have PMS. I have a belly button.
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