No. I don’t like to go to the gym. I don’t like to run or sweat. I don’t like to work out.
Yes, I like to eat Mexican food and ice cream. I like pasta and bread. I like potatoes.
So I exercise. If I didn’t, I would be even more over weight, and I’d be unhealthy.
But I’ve also found that exercise is good for my mental health. I am more prone to get discouraged when I haven’t been physically active. Getting out in the sunshine, even for a short walk, helps me. So I exercise.
I try to do something at least two or three days each week. My workouts are not Intensity or Bootcamp style workouts at a gym. I try to do things I enjoy. It may be a two mile walk with my husband or yoga class. We ride bikes when we can.
Monday we rode twenty miles on our bikes. We are getting ready for a forty mile ride through New York City. We aren’t fast, but we have fun. We’ve ridden in fifteen states over the past two years! And we’ve seen some beautiful bike trails.
I try to do little things to help me stay physically fit. While traveling, I take the stairs in hotels and go for walks while Ron is in meetings. When shopping, I park farther away from the store so I have to walk more. I do stretches and squats when I’m home alone.
After The Accident, I wanted to just sit in my chair and cry. Ron and dear friends didn’t let me. Three weeks later Ron and I did a sprint triathlon. I was glad we did it. A friend came by the house often to walk with me. Another gal rode bikes with me whenever I was up for it. I am convinced that getting out of my chair and getting moving helped me heal from my grief. I know it helped keep me from falling into a deep depression.
So no, I don’t want to do cross fit or an extreme workout at the gym. But I will keep exercising. I will keep moving. And I’ll feel better for having done so.