Here is what I hoped I looked like during my first ever meeting with a personal trainer:
This was probably closer to the reality:
Yeah, so…I’ve reached that age where I need to start making an effort to maintain my fitness. In my twenties, I was blessed in that I didn’t have to pay attention to what I ate and how active I was. As an undergraduate and then a graduate student at the University of Washington, I walked or biked to school every day and speed-walked across campus to make my classes, often hauling a bag loaded with books and a laptop. Wasn’t hard to stay fit.
In my early thirties, I had kids. I paid absolutely no attention to my own fitness, but thanks to breastfeeding, I didn’t put on too much unwanted weight. Now I’m in my late thirties. I’m done breastfeeding. I sit in the car 2+ hours a day to get my kids to school and run errands and then I sit at the computer to write or blog or play Candy Crush when my brain is too fried to do anything productive.
Being active these days includes walking up and down the stairs to do laundry, helping my 5 year-old ride her bike, weilding a hammer to build cabinets for my upcoming kitchen remodel, and doing crunches on the living room floor.
I wish it were enough. It’s not.
I’m not unhappy with my physique, and if that were the only factor, I probably wouldn’t change anything at this point. But weight/appearance isn’t the nly factor. My bloodpressure is too high, and I’m tired pretty much all the time. My body is sending me signals that I need to DO something to improve my health.
So…I joined a gym.
I despise cardio, but I like putting on muscle. The ergonomic machines at the gym are totally adjustable to my 5’1″ height, and I can choose the amount of weight I want to work with. I can target my big muscle groups and challenge myself however I see fit.
In the past, I’ve had good luck putting on muscle to battle the bulge. I’m hoping my metabolism remebers that and behaves for me.
So why am I posting about my journey to better fitness here, on my writing blog?
Because when I’m fatigued and not feeling good, I can’t focus enough to write. I’ve been disappointed with my writing output this year. Something needs to change. By getting into better shape, I hope I will feel better and see an improvement in my concentration and creativity.
I’ll let you know how it goes! Wish me luck!