Well, I have started a routine where I exercise about 3 or 4 times a week, in the morning before breakfast, for about 20 minutes. You see, in Ultimate Fit or Fat, it says that people who are fat should start out only exercising for about 20 minutes at a time, more often; instead of for instance, 1 hour 2 or 3 times a week. Actually, the book said to exercise for 20 minutes 2 or 3 times a day. Well, I have not worked up to that. As a matter of fact, I’m so out of shape that I hurt myself with 20 minutes of Tae Bo cardio.
Or so it would seem. I mentioned this to a gal at work, who just happens to be training to be an aerobics instructor. (How convenient is that?) Anyway, S says I should be eating breakfast -even just a tiny bit, like half a banana – 30 to 60 minutes before working out. Actually, I’m pretty sure she said an hour, but hey, I rarely get up that early.
So here’s my problem, I have not bought any damn bananas and when I do choke down cereal or a granola bar that early I hardly feel like working out. Ok, that’s not the real problem…
Here is the real problem. I was trying to avoid typing it because it’s so horrible! And I was truly horrified. Well, other than the breakfast thing, I have been mostly ignoring any diet changes. Let’s face it, I hardly eat that much junk and the occasional candy, well, if I’m working out how will a handful of M&M’s hurt?
Well, since I am LAZY I have not gone to the grocery store to get food to cook and I don’t really cook because I’m either too tired or have tons of homework. (Well, D has not been grocery shopping or cooking either; but that’s a different discussion.) My point is – those dang quesadillas are quick, easy and tasty. And well, that much cheese is bound to plug-up something. Which it did… It was me and consequently the toilet, but Thank God(!) D took care of that for me.
So I was traumatized by my painful BM and was moved to eat more fiber in my diet. Well, then I remember I do have salad fixin’s and I better fix a salad for lunch (in the name of fiber) rather than be too lazy to do something good for my body. Then I realized I was late for work and decided to prepare salad faster and sliced a good chunk of my finger off. Ow.
This morning, the first thing I did was poke my self in said finger, right in the cut area. Ow.
This is turning into a rant, I know. My point, though, is that I realized that it’s just not worth it to be lazy or so unorganized to not have 20 minutes to exercise or eat properly. The eating is maybe half an hour out of my day tops – 10 minutes in the morning and 20 minutes at dinner.
And I’m tired of feeling like a bum and maybe if I was healthier I would have the brain power to study for twenty or thirty minutes after work instead of cramming on the weekends after watching TV every evening. I’m just speculating…