I'm not in the best shape of my life. That is QUITE the understatement. I try not to pay too much attention to numbers on a scale, but... it's hard to miss an expanding waistline. I've been trying to do the simple things: you know, parking farther away (but within a safe distance). Walking the long way around the office to get to the front desk (being careful not to stop and chat with too many people, as this defeats the purpose). I've even been known to do a few squats when I have to pull something out of a bottom drawer of my filing cabinet (actually I wasn't known for that, as that has been a secret until just this moment). I like to think of myself as a... constant exerciser. Whatever that is.
The other day it came to my attention that my Hubby's parents have an elyptical machine, not being used, in their basement. So after some smooth talking I made a trade: I could borrow the machine, in exchange for my box full of Our State magazines. Trade complete.
I hope to not alarm you when I say that having the eucalyptus (unicorn? I keep saying it wrong) in my house did NOT put me magically in better shape. However, let me just tell you how it made it painfully aware of how OUT of shape I really am.
The first time I got on the machine, I only made it a minute and a half. After that, I was afraid that I wouldn't make it to my bed to collapse. Sigh. I'm more than a little ashamed, but the truth shall set me free!
This truth makes me feel better. I've ridden the unicycle (eucyclops? wrong again) almost every day since then, increasing my time by only a little or none at all, determined not to push myself too far. Tonight, I rode it for a whole seven minutes! Wahoo! I traveled like 3/10 of a mile, at 3 miles per hour. Okay, fitness guru I am not. BUT, that's improvement, right? I mean... right??
The important thing is that I'm taking steps (circular though they may be) in the right direction. I'm still not paying attention to the numbers on the scale (until I think I'll see something good), and I haven't noticed any differences in the waistline just yet. But I'm making progress. And that, my friends, is the name of the game.
And in reference to the title of this blog: It really is funny. Don't worry so much about results! Remember to giggle at yourself now and again. It helps. :-)
This is the way I try to approach exercise: maybe my (insert time spent exercising here) isn't the BEST of anyone in the world, but it's doing me a heck of a lot more good than sitting on the couch! So remember that: each minute spent on the machine, and not on the couch, is better for your overall health! :)
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