The "E" Word

Did you think I was going to say eat? No, no. That goes without say. I’m talkin’ exercise here. You know. FEEL the burn.

OK…I know. Exercise is so good for you. But, the thought of exercise makes me cranky. Yes, sure, I love to dance…especially around my kitchen while I’m cooking. I also like to walk. Especially where there are cool stores to window shop. Sex is good exercise too. Oh baby…FEEL the burn.

For so many years I belonged to a gym. And for so many years I watched these girls in their tiny, neon spandex workout clothes sweating away. I faithfully did my cardio and weight training. I know you’re supposed to feel great after a workout. I just felt tired and ready to go back to bed.

I decided to quit the gym. It wasn’t the cost. That part was easy. It was finding the time to get there. And then trying to get to work on time.

So I now have a little home gym. Weights, stationary bike, resistance stretch band. I can work out in my pajamas. Whenever I want. I love that. And I walk. It has its benefits living four houses in from the beach.

A month ago it was Patriot’s day here in Massachusetts. This also means the Boston Marathon. I have never in my life run a marathon. Are you kidding? I’ve never run. Period. I give those people a lot of credit. The day after the marathon there was a mass exit out of Boston via the airport. All these very toned and fit people coming into my store. I felt unfit and flabby. I said to myself, self, this has to change. And so, I have been doing my home workouts. And as much as I truly dislike exercise, I have to admit, I feel a bit more toned.

I’ll never make the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, but then, it’s been years since I’ve actually attempted to put on a bathing suit.

One of these days…

Hey, as of this post I’m down 47 pounds. It’s all good!