It is day 4 of my walking routine. I am trying to just not think about it and get dressed, get the dog and walk. The time I spend planning and setting up my workout regiment outweighs my time spent actually working out. I have scanned through Pinterest for inspiration, invested in shoes and even bought a fanny pack type thing to carry my phone and make me hands free. That was months ago and I still only have 4 days under my belt.
What is it that keeps me from venturing out into the great outdoors to see the ocean, green grass and smiling faces of my neighbors, discomfort. I feel awkward in my body. I have become the middle-aged lady with the apple body on two skinny legs. I don’t want to be critical of my body, so I won’t. But, I am simply uncomfortable, it is this discomfort that keeps me from doing what I need to do to make a change. This is definitely a catch 22.
When I was young, I did not need motivation to get moving, I played basketball, football, volleyball and had a hard time sitting still. Today, I would rather sit and complain. I trying to change that, stay tuned.
So, the outfit leaves something to be desired, I cannot and will not invest in the yoga/fitness/size zero wear. I am going old school, estilo Rocky Balboa, a t-shirt and sweatpants.
I recruited my 10-year-old neighbor for motivation. I decided if she doesn’t complain, I couldn’t.