Every so often, I get back on the exercise wagon. It’s so much harder than falling off, believe me. But I seem to have a pattern. Six weeks of productive workouts, noticeable changes, elevated mood and proper nutrition, then I get bored and peter out until I quit.
After a couple of months, I do it again. But it always takes me a while to get off the couch. I seem to get back to exercise in baby steps:
1. I get disgusted with my weight, and how I look and feel.
2. I start thinking I should get back to exercising again.
3. My mind starts to focus on what activity I’d like to do.
4. I subconsciously figure out when I can fit this activity into my schedule.
5. I give myself alternatives to that activity, in case of rain, or babysitting, or whatever.
6. I gather my materials: yoga mat, running shoes, etc. Knock off the dust and make sure nothing has been eaten by moths.
7. I start. I don’t tell anyone the first time or two, unless I have some great success.
8. If I can make this activity an easy part of my daily routine, I will keep doing it. If it’s too hard to do it, I just won’t.
It seems I move from the very back of my mind, into my subconscious, then to the forefront of my daily thoughts.
Right now, I am about at Step 4 or 5. I have decided on walking (with possible gradual forays into running as I get stronger), and yoga (probably at home with a Kathy Smith DVD), and maybe some strength training and cardio at the gym. I am a little afraid that the arthritis will make things harder than they’ve been before, but I also know that six weeks of walking will cure me of any hip pain. If it can cure hip pain, maybe it’ll help the toe pain. We’ll see.
Now I just have to find the right time for all this. And find my yoga DVD and buy some cushiony insoles. Eesh.