As much as I love to eat, I absolutely hate to exercise. I don't mind taking long walks, and I actually do enjoy intramural softball, but hanging out at a gym for hours on end is something that I have absolutely no interest in. Personally? I couldn't give two shits about how awesome you feel after a 5 mile run. Feeling inadequate about not being able to keep up in a spin class is a complete buzz kill for me. However, one drastic thing is forcing me to change my ways and it has a lot to do with the fact that this weekend officially kicks of beach weather.
Since walking those two miles a day is not going to get me into a bathing suit bod, I've been clearing out my living room, drawing the blinds, and sweating to Exercise TV from Comcast on-demand. I've done Tae Bo, Yoga, and a cardio workout led by a perky Australian. It's cheaper than a gym, more engaging than straight stomach crunches, and varied enough that I'm not completely bored yet. If the idea of choosing a 30 minute workout doesn't motivate me, the site of myself in a sports bra and workout pants certainly does.
I'm not in shape so this week's exercise routine has been extra difficult but I am determined to look my best for the beach. Assuming the Motrin kicks in and I have the strength to get out of bed, I'll be making a beach cameo on Saturday.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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