notmypresident: (Go Homer Go)
So I started powerwalking again on the treadmill last week. I haven’t blogged about it or kept track of my results because (a) I didn’t want to jinx it, (b) I’m embarrassed by how long it’s been since I last exercised, and (c) my results are pretty depressing at this point. Depressing and frustrating. So to buck myself up, I thought that maybe I would commit this new commitment to written form sooner than I’d intended.

It’s really well past the time when I should have started back. The 34” jeans are uncomfortably tight fresh out the dryer, but I’m able to stretch them a bit to the point where they don’t make me look like a stuffed sausage (Mmmmm... stuffed sausage!). And let’s just say that I’ve been very much aware of certain places on my body where I’ve packed on some pounds. I was never much aware of the weight when I weighed over 320 lbs., but now that some of it is coming back it’s like a very flabby thorn in my side. A couple of friends have said that it’s not terribly noticeable, but my distrust of social niceties tells me that they’re probably editing their comments to spare my feelings.

So. Back on the treadmill. And today was a real corner for me. I didn’t exercise yesterday because I was recovering from Saturday night I was giving my body some time off to recover. This is always a tricky moment because I never get into the “habit” of exercising (and probably never will). Missing a day can easily turn into an excuse for me to fall off the exercise wagon, so I have to be diligent about that. And I was exactly that today, so that’s a good thing. I’m still going to refrain from keeping track of the daily results, however. My mind still sees the numbers that I was previously able to achieve, and it’s frustrating to not immediately reproduce them. I’m not all the way back to square one, but I have some serious catching up to do.

And I know it’s all in my head, but I actually feel that the past week has produced some results already. But even if it is all in my head, the feeling of accomplishment is something in and of itself. The tough part is knowing that this has to be a part of my life from here on out. It’s just something I have to do because I am never going to weigh that much again. Never.

We’ve been having warmish temps of late, but things are a little different for the Favorite Bear of the Moment. Wish I could have been there to help warm him up...

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