I haven’t blogged since December. I guess life got in the way which is really no excuse at all. I got engaged and have spent the last 3 months under intense wedding planning and moving to a new apartment. The blessings are numerous and exciting right now.
As part of a recent move and dress purchase, I decided to join a gym. I have never been shy about my odd relationship with exercise. At times in my life, exercise and I are in a co-dependent relationship. Then other times (like the last year) we are total strangers. But I have now decided enough is enough and I joined the local gym. I’m excited about this gym. It isn’t a nationwide chain and they provide a lot of personal attention which I need.
Now I took this new beginning one step further than I previously had ever before. I got over my fear and booked a personal trainer. To my surprise, I didn’t die, throw up, or sweat profusely, and I even made it through the workout. I met with him on Friday for a leg work out and my calves are killing me but it’s well worth it.
The greatest thing this new venture does for me is provide the much needed accountability I have been lacking in my exercise. We already have a future date set at which point I will have to account for the exercising I have or have not been doing. That’s enough for me to get to the gym and exercise. I have always been kidding myself anytime I start a new routine alone. Exercise will never be an area where I am a self-motivated. The fact that I never previously sought out an accountability partner stronger than I to keep my physical activity on track, shows my lack of intent in this area. No more excuses here.
And I guess no more excuses means painful calves. Ouch! Wish I didn’t get the 2-story apartment with stairs.