I Like to Moved It Move It!

     But in reality, I don’t like to Move It Move It.  I just CAN’T GET MOTIVATED to move.  I know all of the things.  I have to exercise to help my skin not sag so much with the rapid weight loss.  Exercise helps with fe
el-good hormones.  Exercise will help my heart and mind….bla bla bla.  I just don’t wanna.  I have said, on so many Fridays, “I will start Monday.”  I signed up for the YMCA, went the next day for a short swim and have not yet returned.  

Here’s the thing ya’ll.  When  I do get going to the gym, I crush it.  I have to put restraints on myself so that I don’t go too often. I used to set up personal challenges; nine work outs in six days, three double days per every two weeks, first person at the gym in the morning (at least that was the case when I was single with no children.) 

What is it?  Is this sabotage sneaking in again?  Perhaps.  Is this that I am full doing other things, or rather avoiding other things, and can’t fit it in?  Or is it that I just don’t wanna?  Do I make myself?  Yeah, right!  Do I set up a reward system?  Perhaps.  Do I rope my daughter into keeping me accountable?  That’s it!  As of today, my plan is to hit the water aerobics three mornings a week and hit the equipment with my daughter three days a week.  I don’t know, but I have a feeling I won’t say no to her when she pushes me to put on  my shoes and GO! One month ago, I bought new shoes so that I can walk with support.  They still look new.  

What motivates you?  Is it the promise of results?  Is it the need to expel energy and keep a calm head?  Is it your only chance at alone time throughout the day?  When we are the ones in charge, how do we motivate ourselves?  

To my credit, I walked yesterday morning and twice today.  That’s a start, but how can I get to where I WANT to work out?  You know how it is to not only want something done, but to also want it to be done willingly.  When you ask your husband to take out the trash, you don’t just want him to do it, you want him to WANT to do it.  When I implore my daughter to wash the dishes… all of the dishes…in the sink, I don’t want her to do it begrudgingly, I want her to want to do it.  

I guess it doesn’t matter if I want to work out, as long as I am doing it.  Some gym members are cheering right now “She got it!  That’s right!  Do it anyway!”  Yeah yeah, I get it.  I will start small, like doing stretches in my bed before I get up and progress to going for a walk and then,  by Monday I hope, hit the YMCA with my daughter and go to town on the elliptical.  I’ve enjoyed the last three months of losing 19% of myself without working out in the gym.  And now, it’s time to MOVE IT MOVE IT.