Well over three months ago, I posted about how much more exercising I was going to do and my intentions to lose 10 pounds.
There's good news and bad news.
Bad news: I've failed at getting in shape.
I haven't worked out at all. I maybe did the 30 Day Shred one more time after that post. I walk even less because I live in Minnesota and it's a wintery tundra right now. No one walks outside in the winter. No one even goes outside. Unless you are walking from a building to your car.
If I were to pie graph my day, you'd see a large portion of that graph dedicated to me sitting on my couch - writing this blog, Facebooking (can that be a verb?), feeding India, reading the news....
Well, here, I just conveniently made a graph - for the visual learners.
OK. So maybe that's exaggerating a bit. But it feels like I spend that much time on my couch.
And the 1% devoted to exercising? Well, I hope you don't mind that I added up how many times I walk up and down the stairs (2-4 times) and the minutes I spend bouncing India on my hip (10 minutes) and the times I pick her up (countless) and totaled that as my only exercise. That all equaled 1% of my daily time.
No squats. No push-ups. No lunges. I can't remember the last time I did a sit-up.
I did have good intentions. But I have a busy husband so he can't watch the baby. But I just want to relax while India naps. But I hate wearing a sports bra while nursing. But we only have one car so I can't get to the Y. Butt, butt, butt.
I know, I know, I promised good news.
The good news: the 10 pounds are long gone (thanks to my father's metabolism and breastfeeding).
I know most people would be elated to lose 10 pounds, but I'm still mushy. And the fact that I didn't lose it the way I intended (working out), is still a little defeating.
I still eat pizza with hot buffalo sauce on it. I make (and eat) chocolate chip cookies. I eat Nutella and peanut butter by the jar.
AND I sit on my couch.
Yes, half of my goal was accomplished - the weight loss. The other half wasn't - I wanted to firm up. I want to be able to run a few miles any given day. The numbers on the scale don't mean much; I want to feel good. I think we all know the natural high after a great workout.
I'm not about to make this a New Years Resolution or anything, but I do need to be more active. I'm thankful I have some girlfriends with some of the same intentions that encourage me to make my pie chart look a little more balanced.
We may even partake in a little jazzercise, perhaps. Who wouldn't want this to be a part of their daily routine?
What do you do to stay active? Do you find yourself coming up with lots of excuses to skip working out?