Last week, my husband decided we were going back to the gym! Today made 5 days, not counting the weekend, that I've been pulled out of my comfortable bed at an uncomfortable time of day.....meaning EARLY.....and gone under protest to the gym. You just have to know that until March of 2006, I was at the gym in a pretty tough step class 5 days a week. I was (technically am) a lifetime member of weightwatchers and was keeping myself up pretty good for a middle aged woman.
Right after these two got married, I just stopped. Not slowed down to 4 days a week or even 2 or 3. Just came to a sudden halt.
Now my body caught on to that pretty fast and said AH HA....I no longer have to work and move and sweat every day....now she's just feeding me and so I think I'll thank her by expanding!
Slowly, the weight began to creep back on and now that I've admitted it to myself, I need to start at the beginning of the weight loss program! That is just pitiful. All that work wasted. Plus I'm older and it is bound to be harder. But I'll be working on it, oh, yea, you betcha....the husband will see to that!
This morning at the crack of dawn when I was trudging on the treadmill, trying to figure out how to work my ipod....and y'all know I don't pick up this new stuff easily, an old friend walked over to say hello and comment that I didn't look too happy....I looked up, which is dangerous when you're on the treadmill trying to work a mechanical device while walking 3.5 miles per hour....and said, sweetly I hope, I'm not really a morning person!
So now I'm exercising, if ONLY I can find my diet!