on exercising

It's 8am and I'm sitting here trying to type with a purring, kneading cat lying on my forearms.

I'm drinking Irish breakfast tea.

I keep smelling an odd, bitter smell wafting around me.

Chores are just about done and I'm excited to work on my 'to do list'.

It's going to be a great day - I get the BoyChild after school today and I'm making a 'clean' meatloaf with red potatoes and a green bean salad.

I might bake him something.

Let's talk about exercise.

We all need to do it.

Most often we exercise our jaw more just talking about it.
We are all familiar with the Nike ad -

Just do it.

For an ADHD'r  like m'self - it's more like -

Just think about it.

Just talk about it.

Just plan it out to the last detail on paper, and then lose the plan.

Just don't do anything until you have the perfect exercise regime figured out and then doubt that it's the perfect one - so don't do it.

Confession?

I haven't worked out with any regularity since the marathon.

I really need a workout buddy in order to stay consistent.

Oh I have bouts of exercise - a burst of it here or there - a few days or weeks strung together -

and all it takes is a few days to make me feel like I'm really something.

Truth is, I love to exercise - I do -

truth is my mind sometimes won't let me do it.

I'll be on my way up to exercise when I see that the back door window looks dirty.

The next thing I know I'm cleaning out cupboards or painting something!

Or  have thoughts like - gee - I really should try to clean out my inbox.

Does the cat have food?

Where was that article about the dangers of eating soy? 

 I need to read that again.

Case in point.

I went upstairs to get on my elliptical and have an awesome cardio workout.

As I'm starting to warm up on the elliptical - I notice that the room just seems so boring.

"This room really needs a pop of color".

"I'd really like working out up here if I redecorated a little bit".

The next thing I know I'm off the elliptical, off to JoAnn fabrics, and maybe a bit off my rocker.

I deliberate over fabric, sending photo text messages to Janie Fox.

I decide I just can't work out up there until I have curtains, paint the old dresser that has to be in the room even though I don't want it there, and find some scented candles that 'set the mood' just right.

I was proud of myself that the curtains only cost me $25 to make, and I sold that black shelf thing in the first picture on Craig's List for $25.

A no cost spruce up baby.



This willy nilly behavior towards exercise has not gone unnoticed by my body.

My weight loss has been maintained - because my motto is 'work hard at exercise - work harder in the kitchen' and really the equation of weight loss is 80% nutrition and 20% exercise - but lord have mercy, I need that 20%.

Tomorrow I go work out with my Coach.

In real life person.

I'm embarrassed and scared.

I might puke, pass gas, or faint.

All three are highly likely, I'm just hoping they all don't happen at the same time.

My body is as lumpy as a newlywed's first attempt at gravy.

My skin - not as loose as I thought it would be - still gives my body the appearance of having a 'body within a body'.

I look decent fully dressed, but naked?

It's not pretty people.

My upper arms could beat someone to death if caught in a stiff wind.

When taking a bath in my antique tub, my breasts float - almost like they are detached from my body.

I have a feeling I'm in for it tomorrow.

I thought the dresser paint turned out awesome.  A pretty butter yellow I had hiding in the basement from projects gone by.

 The good news is that I have committed to exercise again and for the last week I've been consistent.

I tell myself 'you are doing it if it's the last thing you do' - and sometimes it IS the last thing I do, and I'm exercising at 8pm.

my yoga cat.
In honor of the late, great Jinksie - whom I still cry for nearly daily.
Oh how I loved that cat.

Today - right after I post this post - I'm going to go exercise.

As soon as I figure out where that puke smell is coming from.......