My whole
body hurt the next day. I was seriously unable to get out of bed for work. I
wake up at 5:00 am in order to be at my job by 6:00 and I felt so sore I
considered calling in sick that day. Well, my mother had this saying when my
sister and I were growing up and it was “March or die”. Basically if I was not
dying then I had to get up and keep moving. This mantra helped me a lot through
university when I was battling major depression, and here it is again rearing
its ugly motivational head. So I got up and went to work. I spent part of the
day complaining to my coworkers about how out of shape I am and how sore I was
from this class. They didn’t care because they’re both guys in construction and
thought I was being a whiny dingbat. So I stuffed my complaints and whines back
into the dark place they came from and continued on with the workday.
The Fitness Misadventures of a Couch Potato
Saturday, February 13, 2016
DAY 2: Burn SF-Broadway
DAY 1: Core 40-Nob Hill
God. I really didn’t want to go to this class. My sister
told me it was difficult and my other friend said her friend swears by this
insane workout. Well, I signed up and they charge you if you cancel within 12
hours of the start time, so there no backing out. I’m also the cheap kind of
person who demands they get their “money’s worth” (strangely paradoxical in
this case I know), so my cheap principles forced me to suck it up. I had so
much anxiety the whole day thinking about this class. Would I fail miserably?
Would people judge me and think, “WTF is this noob doing here?! Go back to your
Costco 24 hour fitness membership and quit taking up space for the serious
people”. Yep, all my insecurities were raging at me to not step foot in this
upscale Pilates studio. The internal struggle was pretty fucking real here
people. But I went anyways.
DAY 0: It Begins
Let me preface this buy stating that I am not an athletic person. Never have been, and most likely never will be. I have always been the introverted type that prefers staying inside versus frolicking outside. I’m also supremely lazy. I’ve also been overweight my whole life and lately it has really been getting me down. Dating, overall health, fatigue, and mood have been issues recently and a lot of it has to do with my weight. Quite simply put I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin anymore and it sucks. So, whilst I complain on the Internet I’ve decided to try and do something about it. Heavy emphasis on tries. My gym workouts were typically walking on the treadmill for 30-45 minutes and watching whatever show I’m currently binging on Netflix. Yes, judge freely here because it sounds pretty lazy doesn’t it? Well duh, because it was. Remember who is writing this: the self declared queen of zero-effort. I was attempting to build consistency but realized I wasn’t holding myself accountable to really doing anything at the gym. So I had to change my approach. I bit the bullet and shelled out the cash to try class pass. My sister has been doing it for a while and she has become a fitness boutique bunny. Hopping around from class to class getting sweaty and thinner as each day goes by. Yes, you’re right of course I resent her for getting thin. I’m a competitive, awful person and that is just how my brain thinks. But if you can’t beat them: join them, and I certainly wasn’t going to beat anyone with my current routine. So this is where we start my Internet friends. I’m at ground zero and I’m trying to build myself back up in an attempt to be happier and healthier. Let’s see if it works out shall we?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)