Giving up. This is definitely something I have thought about more than once during my new healthy living journey. No lie, I probably think about it once a week. It’s not that I don’t enjoy this new lifestyle, I do. Actually, I enjoy it more than I thought I would – well, most of it anyway.
I love eating healthy and trying new recipes. I even love tracking how much goes down the hatch on a daily basis. That’s actually probably the most fun part out of all of this. Why? Because like I have said many times before, I make it a game. I like to see just how much I can actually eat and stay at my daily allowed Weight Watchers points. Sometimes, it’s really crazy just how much does go in my mouth each and every day. Fortunately, nearly all of it is fruits and vegetables and lean proteins and all that healthy stuff I am supposed to eat, which is good. I guess.
I mean, if I happen to have a DQ blizzard or my all-time favorite ice cream treat from Cold Stone Creamery, I can’t eat much else for the rest of the day. And really, what fun is that? Isn’t quantity sometimes better?
And when it comes to exercise, I do like it. Kind of. Sort of. I have a new exercise buddy, Tina, and it’s really awesome. It is so much better to work out with someone. I love it. But I think I may have figured out why people quit exercising or take a break from it. It’s called sore muscles. Seriously, they hurt. And no matter what anyone says, it’s not always a "good hurt." You would think after doing all the friggin’ squats and blasted lunges – front and back mind you – that I have done in the past six months, my legs would be used to it.
Nope. They’re not. I am obviously still not in very good shape. Yes, I have lost more than 40 pounds, but dang, my muscles need work. After our last Friday workout and then with Monday’s workout, I really truly was going to quit. Exercising, that is. I could barely walk, my legs hurt. Okay, I am kind of a baby and like to whine, but c’mon, it wasn’t much fun. And okay, it kind of was a "good hurt" – kind of. Fortunately, Tina and I already had plans to meet yesterday otherwise I probably wouldn’t have done anything.
Don’t get me wrong, I do like to exercise. Most of the time. When I am done doing it, that is. And it does make me feel good and it really does help me make better food choices. Most of the time. Most often, I think, "I am not wasting all that exercise I just did for a lousy cookie or two." But then there are other times I think, "Well, I just exercised for an hour I can eat whatever I feel like." UGH! And someone just told me yesterday that I have such good willpower. Really? You think so? Sometimes, I don’t.
I just wish I was one of those persons who really, honestly, truly, thoroughly loves to exercise. I wish it didn’t seem like a chore or something I HAVE TO do. Maybe I am just sick and tired of being cooped up in the house and need to just get outside and run. Too bad I am such a wimp and won’t do anything outside unless it’s at least 40 degrees or warmer. I know, I AM A WIMP.
At any rate, I will keep plugging along and won’t quit. But sometimes, I sure wish I could.
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