I've been contemplating my energy level today. I feel sluggish, slightly headache-y, a bit grumpy... I'm wondering if the pass I took on coffee this morning has anything to do with it. Really, though? Would just one cup of coffee make that big of a difference? I usually only have one cup, with milk, so I'm not the world's biggest coffee fiend...
Feh.
Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
5.23.2009
2.01.2009
Wii workout... No, Seriously.
I used to exercise. A long time ago. Ten years ago I was in *really* great shape. 5' 2", 117 pounds. Danced, hiked, ran... Took ballet in school (college), ran the pro-shop and worked out at a club for a while... And then, I got lazy.
Well, ok, maybe the line from Point Fitness to Point Fatass isn't that direct. There are two children, a divorce, some trauma, some drama, and discovering the joy of food along the way. And cable television. I'm not kidding. But these days, my "Oh, I'm so tired/I have a headache/I don't feel well/my knee hurts" statements and whining are beginning to bore me! It's not even that I'm trying to get out of anything - I'm not! My statements are true reflections of how I'm feeling. I just *don't* wish to feel this way any more.
Remember last spring when I wanted to become a good rider? I wanted to take the preschooler down to school on my bike and back? It never happened. I went on that one ride, the Tour de Lab, and then no more. The big ride at Champoeg in October? Didn't do it. Spent that weekend at the beach house eating cake and seafood with my family.
I overdid it this weekend. Oh.... I managed to watch six full hours of a miniseries AND the following nine 45 minute episodes of the first season of The Starter Wife. (Debra Messing is genius in this.) But look. This. Weekend. I didn't even shirk my parental duties. I fed them, I played with them, I took them for park time with the dogs (twice). I made dinner and did laundry, I read my book... All reasonable things for the weekend. But, essentially, the time I spent watching television *could* have been spent exercising... Doing more laundry... Reading more of my book... And playing with the children more. The primary loss I felt this weekend was that of sleep. And here is where I have an "oh, DUH!" moment and realize that no *wonder* I'm not sleeping.
I wake up in the morning (already tired from having stayed up til midnight messing around on the computer or watching shows on abc.com or usa...) go to work, do the work thing, come home to see kids from the bus, hang out til dinner or fetch the smallest child from daycare, eat dinner, play a little with the kids or help out with homework til bedtime, read books, tuck them in, and then? Back to the computer from about 9 pm until midnight again, when I may or *may not* stay up an extra hour reading. Til I get tired. Which by then I'm not, because I've been coasting through the day.
So tonight, as soon as I felt myself going on autopilot, I decided that until (or instead) we get the treadmill and bike in the basement, I'd try out the Wii games that always wear the kids out. Outdoor Challenge, they call it. And, despite its mocking moniker (challenge? really? It's a video game), I had fun. And my legs are tired. (ssssssshhhhh! no laughing.)
Enh, so we'll see where it goes from here. This game looks really cool... I'd like to think that I can outsmart my lazy self and get back in shape once and for all. Well, once and for all as far as making a habit of being active again. If I don't, things are gonna get worse. And I don't want to be the kind of *fat* mom who can't get up and get going with her kids. I don't want to be too tired to play. So here's to Wii for not taking up as much space as a treadmill, and for getting me up off my ass... Hopefully it'll be smaller soon.
Well, ok, maybe the line from Point Fitness to Point Fatass isn't that direct. There are two children, a divorce, some trauma, some drama, and discovering the joy of food along the way. And cable television. I'm not kidding. But these days, my "Oh, I'm so tired/I have a headache/I don't feel well/my knee hurts" statements and whining are beginning to bore me! It's not even that I'm trying to get out of anything - I'm not! My statements are true reflections of how I'm feeling. I just *don't* wish to feel this way any more.
Remember last spring when I wanted to become a good rider? I wanted to take the preschooler down to school on my bike and back? It never happened. I went on that one ride, the Tour de Lab, and then no more. The big ride at Champoeg in October? Didn't do it. Spent that weekend at the beach house eating cake and seafood with my family.
I overdid it this weekend. Oh.... I managed to watch six full hours of a miniseries AND the following nine 45 minute episodes of the first season of The Starter Wife. (Debra Messing is genius in this.) But look. This. Weekend. I didn't even shirk my parental duties. I fed them, I played with them, I took them for park time with the dogs (twice). I made dinner and did laundry, I read my book... All reasonable things for the weekend. But, essentially, the time I spent watching television *could* have been spent exercising... Doing more laundry... Reading more of my book... And playing with the children more. The primary loss I felt this weekend was that of sleep. And here is where I have an "oh, DUH!" moment and realize that no *wonder* I'm not sleeping.
I wake up in the morning (already tired from having stayed up til midnight messing around on the computer or watching shows on abc.com or usa...) go to work, do the work thing, come home to see kids from the bus, hang out til dinner or fetch the smallest child from daycare, eat dinner, play a little with the kids or help out with homework til bedtime, read books, tuck them in, and then? Back to the computer from about 9 pm until midnight again, when I may or *may not* stay up an extra hour reading. Til I get tired. Which by then I'm not, because I've been coasting through the day.
So tonight, as soon as I felt myself going on autopilot, I decided that until (or instead) we get the treadmill and bike in the basement, I'd try out the Wii games that always wear the kids out. Outdoor Challenge, they call it. And, despite its mocking moniker (challenge? really? It's a video game), I had fun. And my legs are tired. (ssssssshhhhh! no laughing.)
Enh, so we'll see where it goes from here. This game looks really cool... I'd like to think that I can outsmart my lazy self and get back in shape once and for all. Well, once and for all as far as making a habit of being active again. If I don't, things are gonna get worse. And I don't want to be the kind of *fat* mom who can't get up and get going with her kids. I don't want to be too tired to play. So here's to Wii for not taking up as much space as a treadmill, and for getting me up off my ass... Hopefully it'll be smaller soon.
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