Every January I have a tough time finding a parking space at my local YMCA. After ten years of this, I should be used to it, but I still curse under my breath because although I don't mind the lonnnnng walk from my car to the gym (after all, I'm there to get exercise anyway), but I hate being cold and talking a lonnnnng walk. Especially carrying a thirty-pound bag of gym attire and shower paraphernalia.
But I also know that by March, plenty of spaces will be available. That's around the time most people looking to lose weight and get fit give up, thereby leaving me a close spot to park my car.
So my question is...why do people give up so soon?Is it tough to fit the time into an already busy schedule? Do people feel they aren't seeing results? Do they feel bored? All of the above?
Coming up...ways to counter these "excuses." Stay tuned.
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Monday, January 6, 2014
Friday, August 12, 2011
Friday's Workout-Should've Eaten My Wheaties
Okay, let me first explain...I have been dedicated to keeping myself fit and healthy since my mother had a heart attack, and I learned we both had high cholesterol. Lately, I've been keeping my cholesterol down with Lipitor and exercise. I'm very dedicated.
For breakfast I made myself two pancakes with blueberries and almonds (and light syrup, natch.) Then I whisked my older son and his buddy to a cooking class. Slipped off to grocery shop, my younger son in tow. Sped home to put away the refrigerated groceries. Took off to pick up my son and his friend from cooking class. Balanced various items of food in two hands while shoving the young group back into the car. Made them all lunch at my house. Ate a bowl of granola cereal with almond milk. Worked on an article for another blog. Stopped dangerous situations from occurring as the three boys battled imaginary creatures. Added another stray child off the street somehow. Four children now needed a snack. I forgot to eat my snack. Said bye to stray child, toted son's friend back home, dashed off to the gym with my kids, forgot their socks but the YMCA is awesome and supplied them with some.
Whew. Tired yet? I was. I did my warm-up and weight routine. Then I started on the elliptical and...ran...out...of...ste...am.
Poof. Energy gone. Why? Because all I had to eat was a coupla fluffy pancakes and a freakin' bowl of cereal. Usually I'll suck down some yogurt or have cheese and crackers before I start expending all sorts of energy. But in remembering to grab sandwich meat and orange juice from the supermarket, it knocked eating snacks and stocking socks right out of my memory bank. A mother's brain can only hold so much, after all.
If anything is to be learned here it is: make sure you feed yourself before doing any strenuous activity! Do not go hungry, or you will not accomplish your exercising goals.
And then remember your children's socks, for goodness sakes!
For breakfast I made myself two pancakes with blueberries and almonds (and light syrup, natch.) Then I whisked my older son and his buddy to a cooking class. Slipped off to grocery shop, my younger son in tow. Sped home to put away the refrigerated groceries. Took off to pick up my son and his friend from cooking class. Balanced various items of food in two hands while shoving the young group back into the car. Made them all lunch at my house. Ate a bowl of granola cereal with almond milk. Worked on an article for another blog. Stopped dangerous situations from occurring as the three boys battled imaginary creatures. Added another stray child off the street somehow. Four children now needed a snack. I forgot to eat my snack. Said bye to stray child, toted son's friend back home, dashed off to the gym with my kids, forgot their socks but the YMCA is awesome and supplied them with some.
Whew. Tired yet? I was. I did my warm-up and weight routine. Then I started on the elliptical and...ran...out...of...ste...am.
Poof. Energy gone. Why? Because all I had to eat was a coupla fluffy pancakes and a freakin' bowl of cereal. Usually I'll suck down some yogurt or have cheese and crackers before I start expending all sorts of energy. But in remembering to grab sandwich meat and orange juice from the supermarket, it knocked eating snacks and stocking socks right out of my memory bank. A mother's brain can only hold so much, after all.
If anything is to be learned here it is: make sure you feed yourself before doing any strenuous activity! Do not go hungry, or you will not accomplish your exercising goals.
And then remember your children's socks, for goodness sakes!
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