4-letter words are, as you know, words that are usually bad words. Well, one of my "4-letter" words is exercise. Yes, I know it is more than 4 letters, but it still fits into the same category. Unfortunately with my birthday just around the corner, the word exercise had to become part of my daily vocabulary whether I liked it or not.
I started slowly...not because I wanted to, but because it is all I could do! 5 minutes on my elliptical was pure torture. It had me winded so badly. That told me pretty quickly just how bad of shape I truly was in. Since it was summer, I tried running outside early mornings on the high school track. With how out of shape I was, I had exercise induced asthma and would come home hacking, coughing and wheezing. It was horrible. Needless to say, I stopped running outside and continued at home. I am hoping to venture back outside this summer to see if that has improved.
245! No this is not the time of day. It is not the oven temp for a meal. It is not our house address either. It was my top weight and a place I never imagined I would be. Although it is hard to say that outrageous number out loud, I need myself to see it. I had scheduled myself for my annual woman appointment near my birthday. Although it is definitely NOT what I would call a great birthday present to myself, it is a great reminder each year that it needs to be done. I had started exercising prior to the doctor appt, but hadn't made much progress yet. My doctor has always told me to be careful with my weight because of the PCOS and how difficult
it is to get it off. One of his first questions was if I had been exercising. When I said yes, he asked how many days a week. In response to my saying 5, he said 7. 7 days a week, really??? I didn't think you were suppose to exercise 7 days a week. Obviously my doctor thought I had a lot to get rid of. So the journey of 7 days a week started.
Over the next several months, I slowly worked up on the amount of time I exercised. For the most part, 7 days a week is what I did, but there were occasional times that I could only fit in 5 or 6. I was proud of myself. I was actually following through with a pretty routine exercise regimen.
245! No this is not the time of day. It is not the oven temp for a meal. It is not our house address either. It was my top weight and a place I never imagined I would be. Although it is hard to say that outrageous number out loud, I need myself to see it. I had scheduled myself for my annual woman appointment near my birthday. Although it is definitely NOT what I would call a great birthday present to myself, it is a great reminder each year that it needs to be done. I had started exercising prior to the doctor appt, but hadn't made much progress yet. My doctor has always told me to be careful with my weight because of the PCOS and how difficult
it is to get it off. One of his first questions was if I had been exercising. When I said yes, he asked how many days a week. In response to my saying 5, he said 7. 7 days a week, really??? I didn't think you were suppose to exercise 7 days a week. Obviously my doctor thought I had a lot to get rid of. So the journey of 7 days a week started.
Over the next several months, I slowly worked up on the amount of time I exercised. For the most part, 7 days a week is what I did, but there were occasional times that I could only fit in 5 or 6. I was proud of myself. I was actually following through with a pretty routine exercise regimen.
1 comment:
I think you're right, exercise is a four-letter word. For sure :)
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