This isn’t going to be a post about how to get fit or even the details of my exercise routine. I can write that, but I won’t. I tried to get a shot of the “equipment” that I use and it appears that Chester was trying to help me out. The picture below will hopefully give you a better idea of the things I have, but I had to share this one first because Chester is so adorable. I have another one of him in the action of clamping onto it and another of him rolling on the elastic and thing. I guess to put his scent on it. There’s never a dull moment with him, like when I was doing push ups. He shot out of nowhere and attacked my head, flappy, soft paws just hitting my hair. It doesn’t hurt when he does that, but it is extremely cute.
Today is my one week anniversary since I made the commitment to get in shape. I know this doesn’t seem like a long time and it isn’t, technically, but for someone who NEVER exercises, I’m kind of proud of myself.
I have a number of reasons for not exercising prior. I used to when I was still in college, but since then I have done basically nothing. Gym memberships are expensive and I just don’t have the money right now. K goes to the student fitness center and sometimes I go with him, but that gets expensive each time I want a day pass. Also, I struggle with the amount of people that are usually working out at the same time. All I can think about is who touched this or who sweat all over that. It’s difficult for someone with OCD! Very, very difficult.
Working out at home is really not as motivating as working out in a gym. Plus, I have to think about the workouts much more because of the lack of having machines to use.
Even considering all of this, the thing that was holding me back most was the extreme fatigue I feel almost all the time. I didn’t have this until I started taking sertraline to manage some of my behaviors of OCD. It has turned me into a tired, sleepy turtle. I admit, initially the fatigue was much worse than it is now, but maybe that’s because I’m used to it now. It just seems like I want to come home after work and stay on the couch all evening. I just have no motivation at all to move. Working out seemed like an incredibly exhausting venture.
I actually can’t believe that I’ve started to exercise again. It’s been so long since I’ve felt motivation to be active. I just had to find what motivated me, which in this case is the fact that I am going to get a tattoo in 6 months (I’m on a waiting list). The fact that my grandmother is suffering so much from congestive heart failure also has something to do with it. Heart disease runs in both sides of my family, so that was a wake up call for me.
I also had to change my mindset about working out. I am always thinking that the pain is actually a good pain and not that I want to stop what I’m doing to get comfortable again. I have to think past the pain and discomfort.
I just hope I can continue to be motivated. My interests fluctuate so often. I need to be determined to do this, not only for my health, but also so I can keep my end of the bargain and get the tattoo that I’ve always wanted.
Thanks for reading and for all of the continuous support.
PS Here’s a better photo of the equipment 😉