All my life, at least as far as I can remember, I have had a bad relationship with exercise. I never liked P.E. in school. I've never cared for sports. I would do things physical if it involved having fun, however. I rode my bike, jumped on the trampoline (I can still do flips by the way), played night games, and ran around the neighborhood and adjacent fields. But these didn't count in my book.
For a lot of years I walked my dog every single day and one summer, as an adult, I hiked on the weekends with a friend.
But this is the extent of my relationship.
A year or two ago I started having issues with food and so changed my eating habits and by doing this I lost 30 pounds. This was wonderful. I got stuck right there tho. I lost no more, but didn't gain it back either.
A few months ago, a friend convinced me to start going to exercise classes at work. Now I'm hooked. I have a yoga mat, a stability ball (I LOVE to sit on it at my desk), and I go to 6-8, 15 minute classes every week. And if I miss a class, I'm bummed. It's so weird to feel this way, I've never felt this way. I finally have a decent relationship with exercise!
I still can't get myself to walk the dog everyday again (mostly because Lily is all over the place, where Chewy was all business and walked straight on a walk), but I am more willing to be active at home and about too.
I still haven't lost a single pound beyond that 30, but I have managed to lose four inches off my waist! I feel a lot better and I have noticed my Fibro isn't always as bad.
Go me.
