Tag: Exercise

 

I work out because I want to feel better.

I want to think more clearly.

I want to fit into my clothes.

I want less stress.

I work out because I must.

 

I’m struggling in this exercise desert.  What once was a budding tropical paradise is now eroding into a dry, desolate wasteland.  I’m chasing a mirage of fitness that keeps getting farther away. The guilt of getting lost here is a heavy burden.  I need to unload all my extra baggage if I want to make it out of here.  I need to travel light with a clear goal. I need to exercise. I need to do some kind of exercise every day.  Without it, I loose touch with myself.  With it, I find myself and so much more.  Every day is a new chance to escape.  I’m starting again tomorrow.  

I love my elliptical trainer. It fits in a reasonably small space and is quiet.  I can use it anytime I want and I don’t have to share it with anyone. It has several pre-programmed workouts and has a manual workout setting.  It shows how many calories I’ve burned, how many steps I’ve taken, and my heart rate.  Its a great machine.  I love it.

I hate my elliptical trainer because its no fun.  I get bored even when I’m working hard.  I need to see out a window or watch TV to keep my mind busy.  Otherwise I’m just watching the clock waiting for the workout to end.  I need a low impact workout because of an old knee injury.  I need to stay at home to workout because that works best for me. My elliptical is boring and I hate that.

My love hate relationship creates a constant battle for my motivation to work out.  I feel better afterwards, but getting on the machine and sometimes just completing the workout is difficult sometimes.  I need to find a way to love more than hate.  I know its better for me in all kinds of ways.