Am I the only one who hates exercise? I am unbelievably motivated in every other area of my life- except when it comes to exercise.
Its the same old story…I wake up one day full of beans and think I’m going to change my mindset. This is it, today I am going to get thin. (I set my aims high) I decide on a new exercise routine and I can usually keep it up for about six weeks but then…I’ll get ill, or have a birthday or break a nail…anything that will throw me off course with the slightest excuse.
|I have them in abundance…|
My excuses are endless and (I hate to admit it)…pathetic:
- I washed my hair today I don’t want to get it all sweaty.
- I washed my hair last night I don’t want to get it all sweaty.
- I washed my hair two days ago and I don’t want to wash it again today- see my recent hair rant here.
- I’m serving the crimson wave…now this one can drag out for a whole week.
- I left work 5 mins later than usual…it will be too late to exercise by the time I get home.
- I don’t have time (and yet I can spend limitless hours on my laptop “blogging”)
- I’ll change the bed instead and hoover. Housework is exercise right?
- I don’t want to re-do my make up.
- My back hurts.
- My head hurts.
- My arm hurts “when I do this”.
- My toe hurts.
- I can’t do press ups so there’s no point.
- It’s too hot.
- It’s too cold.
- It’s too late.
- It’s too early.
- I’m hungry.
- I’m too tired.
- I think I’m getting a cold.
You get the idea.
|Oh shut up.|
It’s an effort.
I hate it.
I just want to be thin…but without the hard-work and the effort. It’s not too much to ask. Is it?
It upsets me when I see skinny people who can eat what they want and don’t have to exercise. Then it upsets me when I see skinny people who eat what they want and they exercise- because- wait for it- they enjoy it. Ha! It makes me want to pull my eye balls out.
What’s wrong with me?
I just want a magic wand to make me have the perfect body and then I promise I would take care of it from then on…imagine if this could happen. Dream on Katie.
So I know the basic rules- I have to exercise and eat healthy in order to look better. But I just find it difficult.
I blame the parents and the grandparents. I wasn’t born into an “exercise” kind of family. Dad built a huge cabin at the end of the garden. One room has a fully equipped state of the art gym. The other room contains a fully stocked bar, three plasma screens, a pool table, darts board and a football table. You can guess which side gets used the most. Us Birch’s are all the same- exercise just isn’t a natural and easy part of our lifestyle, however much we try.
But there I go again, blaming someone else. As Mum so kindly puts it- “I’m an adult and can make my own choices”. Brilliant. Thanks Mum.
Like most people, I’ve tried everything, but nothing seems to stick long term:
Running- My Siter-in-Law and I kept this up for a few times a week for about three months. But then winter came and it was too dark and cold for running of course. (See excuse 15)
Pilates- I struggle with balance. I can’t even walk in a straight line when sober. (Excuses 9-20 work for this)
Yoga- I did a class once and someone relaxed a little too much and farted. I couldn’t take it, it was too funny. But apparently you’re not meant to laugh in a Yoga class. Or fart.
Kick Boxing- I did enjoy kicking some butt in this class, but as per usual excuses No, 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 11 and 12 came into effect.
Exercise Classes- Been there, done that (See all the above excuses)
The Gym- boring. I get there with the intention of doing a full on cardio workout but end up halving the time on each individual exercise so that I can be over and done with quicker. (All the above excuses are usually applicable)
I even tried using a Slendertone- but this cracks me up. I literally cannot stop laughing using this…I just walk around sounding like the Joker from Batman gone bonkers.
Insanity- I gave it a good go but after six weeks I was exhausted. The workout program is a high powered and intense (crazy) exercise plan which is only meant for really really motivated people who are fit in the first place. The warm up alone is harder than any hour exercise class I have ever taken- it’s that hard core. I did lose a few inches which was great. But my mind soon informed me that seeing as I felt a bit better about myself I deserved a rest now. Cue another few weeks of pathetic excuses and here I am. Blogging about not exercising instead of actually doing it. (Excuse No. 6)
I don’t even think a personal trainer would help. I just wouldn’t answer the front door. It’s dark now in the evenings, I could easily hide when they knock.
I know in my heart I am just being lazy, which is a word I loathe. But why oh why is this the only aspect of my life that I can’t seem to get a grip on?
Any suggestions on how one can change their mindset or genes perhaps? Surely I’m not the only girl to feel this way? Do you have any motivational tips that help you exercise? What are your excuses?
Until next time,
With Love & Lazy Excuses,
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Much Love x
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