When I was a kid, I was really active. My brother has ADHD beyond comprehension, and when we were kids, he was either going 110 mph, or he was comatose preparing for more--dragging me along for the ride. We went on family walks, we played tennis like freaks, we rode our bikes until we fell asleep on them (long story...). And it's true that I still value being outdoors and being active...to a degree. I've graduated to the yoga-doing, gentle hiking, lap swimming phase of preferential excercise, though lately I feel like I could try for an Olympic medal in 'Sitting Around With A Cocktail Watching Bad TV Feeling Guilty That I Haven't Read A Book In Weeks Although I Should Probably Be Productive And Write That Currency Research Paper On Turkey.' But then again I think I could use some more practice before going for the gold. (Gotta make my momma proud!) So what have I done to fix this rut? I, Rachael, have officially registered for the T-R Aerobics/Slimnastics class at 8 am for this Spring semester.
Yeah.
That's right.
You read correctly.
Me--in an aerobics class. Because you know what? If I value my health (which I do), if I enjoy being active (check), and if I work at the YMCA (still yes)--an organization dedicated to building spirit, mind, and body--then why shouldn't I DO something about it? I am determined to lose this last bit of EuropeWeight that keeps me from feeling comfortable in the clothes I already own. It's only a few pounds. And I really, really, reeeeeally want to wear that black tube top I recently rediscovered hiding in my "skinny/normal" clothes drawer.
(Am I the only one that associates certain clothes with the good memories that accompanied them?)
Now I realize that this won't start til January--which is preferable. I mean honestly, there's no way I'm not going to enjoy the food of the Holidays. Not gonna happen. But come 2011? I'm on a mission.
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