About this time in my dieting, I feel like throwing in the towel. After all the work I have done to prepare nutritious meals, my reward is to become stuck on a weight plateau as WW calls it. About now I bring up the old sayings, “When the going gets tough, the tough get going, etc.” But I am not tough says the whiney little voice in my head.
My problem is that I hate exercise. Oh yes, I have a gym membership but never use it. I have a gym contract for six more months, and then I will let it expire. I went to the gym regularly a minimum of three days a week for the first two years I had this contract, which was a 3-year renewal, but stopped attending the gym sometime last fall when I had skin issues and needed to put all my time into school work. School is no longer an excuse.
I could go back to the gym, my friend BJ has called asking where I am. I just hate the thought of getting back in a chlorinated pool. Be honest, I hate the thought of moving. All sorts of thoughts go through my head, such as, “Maybe I will have a heart attack if I get in the water and exert myself too much.” “Maybe I will develop a deadly skin disease, contracted from the kids who swim in that pool.” Did I say I hate exercise? We have a tread mill and an Airedyne bike. I could use either of those. And the county has a gym up the street for the public (kids).
Every time I ride my exercise bike, I think of Dr Rosenberg. After he had a heart attack, the doctors told him to ride his Airedyne bike. He hated to exercise. It’s so boring he said. Dr. Rosenberg is dead.
The temps are rising outside, and I hate warm weather, anything above 85 degrees. How could I even imagine moving to Florida again? I get out early in the morning to water my plants and putt around, but even then the day has usually grown warmer than I like. My dog Johnny doesn’t like it either and he lays in the shade and pants.
I walked around the Farmer’s Market yesterday, barely. I know the location of the stalls and buzz like a bee from one to another and load up my bags. I came home and ordered a cart from Amazon to make my life easier.
How to you feel about assembling another “easy to assemble household item? I asked David.
This is a joke between us, because nothing I order is ever easy to assemble.
What is it?
A shopping cart.
You mean I have to drag that thing around the grocery store when I shop? I hate those small carts. (David does most of the grocery shopping.)
No, this one is for me to pull at the Farmer’s Market.
OK, if you pull it, he says accusingly.
Goodness, do you think I can lose weight without exerting myself?
I hate to move when the weather is hot, but it wasn’t always like this. When I was younger I ran in the heat climbing trees, playing baseball with the boys, or whatever (I hated touch football). You got use to playing outside if you grew up in the South without air conditioning.
I wish I could drop weight like David. Life isn’t fair. See you later, I am off to get moving.