Ok, this time I am actually talking about the gym. I really dislike working out, or most exercise of any kind. I don’t like sweating, and that rules out a lot of activites. I did get into yoga (not hot yoga, ew) last summer, and have been going religiously ever since. I’ve even got J coming with me now too, and he really likes it as well. It was last year that J decided to sign up for our local commnunity gym (we have quite a nice one 2 minutes from our place), and that’s what got me into starting yoga as the gym offers many different classes, all included with the monthly membership.
J started going to the gym pretty regularly, for a while there and I would go with him every once and a while but I was pretty much only taking advantage of the yoga class most months (though if I go to yoga every week it pretty much equals the value of my monthly membership). We both slacked off the gym more over the winter (in that J started going less often and I stopped going all together, except yoga).
We have both been trying to be healthier since we got our IF diagnoses (and seeing that it is MFI, J really needs to do everything he can). I try and go with him because it is pretty hard for him to get up off the couch if I am still lounging around, comfy and cozy at home with the dogs. Thing is, I don’t need to lose weight (gasp, I know, what woman says that!?), I am on the very lowest end of a normal BMI for my height and have always been very petite. In fact when I was younger (like Elementary, Junior High school) I got teased abut how thin I was. I’ve always just had a fast metabolism.
Ok, insert skinny bitch comments here, I know, I get that a lot. But I can’t say I am one of those people who says nothing tastes better than skinny feels. I love junk food. I have this fear for the day my metabolism catches up to me and I turn into a 500-lb whale. Despite the fact that I am very tiny, I am really out of shape. Like I can’t run to save my life. Literally, if someone was chasing me and trying to kill me, I’m probably going to die. So I figured I could start working out to build up endurance, and just be “fit”. Also, exercise creates endorphins, and endorphins can help reduce stress, trigger positive feelings, aid sleep and many other beneficial side effects. So there is really no downside (except for the fact I have to get off my ass).
I have been trying really hard lately though, I think it is easier now that it is Spring, even though you wouldn’t know it by the weather here. It is light out longer though, and the weather is slightly more tolerable in that it doesn’t keep me totally housebound. I’ve gone to the gym 3 days in a row now. I think J is pretty surprised when he asks me if I want to come to the gym and I say yes. Usually it is a rhetorical question, but he asks in hopes that I might say yes. I want to support him so that he will go, and I know I really should try and get into a routine of it as well.
I went bikini shopping yesterday for our upcoming tropical holiday and I was not over joyed by what I see in the mirror. Not fat, but not great either. I have no toning or definition, my stomach is not flat, I have no boobs, and I have scoliosis (curvature of the spine) so my entire torso is off centre and it creates an odd look as my hips don’t line up properly. I’m sure it’s not obvious to most people at a passing glance but it is glaringly obvious to me. Unfortunately there isn’t much I can do about my scoliosis, it is not serious enough to warrant any treatment (which would be surgery). I started yoga in hopes of strengthening my core as that can sometimes help with scoliosis, though will generally never completely fix it. I’ve been pleasantly surprised that I like yoga, and I am getting pretty good at it, and now that J comes with me it is something for us to do together.
The only shitty thing about yoga right now is the pregnant chick in my class. I didn’t realise she was pregnant until this past weeks class. Her stomach seemed really bloated, but when her shirt rode up it mostly just looked flabby so I kind of put it out of my mind. But then our instructor started giving her modifications so she wasn’t doing anything unsafe. So yeah, she’s definitely pregnant. I really wish she would beat it and just go to a prenatal class but to be fair, if/when I get pregnant, I would like to continue my regular class for as long as possible. She also really sucks at yoga. I’m just being a bitch because I’m jealous though. I will be trying to place my mat further from her next class though, so I don’t have to get a week by week play by play of her blossoming (doughy) belly. Again, I know I’m a jealous bitch.
We are also trying to eat healthier our quest for better living. We’ve always cooked a majority of our meals at home, but we snack on really bad things. J needs to watch his portions, as he eats so fast he doesn’t realize he’s full until he’s already had too much. We buy groceries every two weeks, and make a two week meal plan (dinners only) so that the dreaded “What’s for dinner?” is not uttered in our house. I tried to buy lots of fruit, veggies and healthy snacks this week.
All in all we are making a concerted effort, even though we are not actively TTC-ing at this point. Doesn’t hurt just for general life. Our biggest problem is staying the course; How do you keep up with your good habits, and battle temptation? I have no willpower, nor do I have any motivation so it’s really hard for me to keep it going. I get all inspired, and gung-ho about something and then it just falls by the way-side. Help! What are your tricks?