It’s a good sign when I go outside and it’s 26 degrees, and it feels like a heat-wave and I have the urge to go walking. That is a sign! If it goes over freezing – I WILL get my sorry ass out there and walk this week. I will.
I keep giving the treadmill a glance when I walk by it to do laundry, but I just don’t use it. Between my laziness for ACTUAL typical exercise, I can’t stand using it. I am bored in about two and a half minutes and dizzy in five, and looking for glucose in thirty minutes. At least outside, I feel like I have less of a chance of falling flat on my face, falling into traffic seems more pleasant.
Excuses, I haz ’em.
I also have a copy of Dancing with the Stars: Dance Body Tone:
…which could be the first exercise DVD I have owned since my VHS copies of Richard Simmon’s Sweatin’ To The Oldies and a Susan Powter one.
All I know is that I had better get my ass moving if I want to continue blogging as post WLS “success” — nobody wants to watch a train wreck. Or maybe they do. 😡