Workout DVD, Here I Come
After several weeks of trying as hard as possible to exercise and watch what I eat, work has, once again, gotten the best of me. I haven’t been to Curves in one week, and I can’t gauge my physical state at this point, but, mentally, I feel like the hard work I’ve put into exercise lately is all for naught. This is not a pleasant feeling. But looking back on the last week, I honestly don’t know where I could have squeezed in just one more minute, much less 30, for a workout.
I know what you’re probably thinking: how can I possibly be that busy with work? After all, nobody works 24 hours a day. But the newspaper I run absorbs almost all of my time and energy. Between that, showering, keeping my apartment in a state that is at least livable, caring for the dog, cooking, and doing laundry, I haven’t gone to bed before one o’clock in the morning once this week. My one indulgence: On Wednesday night, I took a two hour break and had dinner with a friend.
The problem is that, sometimes, caring for ourselves in the break-neck world we live in is all but impossible. I realize not everybody shares this sentiment, but I truly see it in my day-to-day activities. I’m always racing to meetings (often escaping from one just so I can rush to another), trying to uncover new stories, get approval for ads, and make deadlines. In my line of work, if I fall short in any of these tasks, I risk losing an advertising client or marring my reputation as a trustworthy reporter.
It’s only been a week since I last exercised, but I feel like any progress I may have previously made is out the window. I don’t want to start over again; it’s hard enough for me to get to Curves, much less make improvements. This is probably why I’ve never before joined a gym – the commitment is too difficult for someone like me.
If I quit my Curves membership, is there any real chance I’ll do something to lose the 30 pounds I desperately want to shed? I haven’t up to this point, so the answer is more than likely “no.” What does a person like me do, then, when motivation isn’t her strong point, and driving to a gym or workout facility just doesn’t fit into her schedule?
As I write this, I’m trying to think of what my interests are that might possibly incorporate physical exertion. I love to be outside, so walking with my iPod wouldn’t be too bad. During Michigan’s harsh winter weather, however, I know I won’t walk regularly. I go out with my dog, but that’s not enough exertion to constitute exercise. I also love to dance, although I haven’t an ounce of rhythm. Although I suppose that behind the closed blinds of my own apartment, I’m free to do what I please. That includes making a fool of myself as I sashay to some upbeat music.
Maybe I’ll purchase an inexpensive workout DVD and use it at home in between writing. I have to take a break from time to time, and not having to get dressed, drive to Curves, finish the circuit, and drive home would be a dream come true. I feel like this is just another hassle in my already too-full life. I think I need to simplify. Workout DVD, here I come.