Tonight, George (my wife, for those of you who don’t know me and haven’t read my “about me” section) and I started what is supposed to be the first of our nightly–or at least, almost nightly–exercise routine.
This will not be the first time I’ve started an exercise routine. I hope that this one actually sticks.
It’s not just that I’m inherently lazy when it comes to physical stuff (though I’m that, too). It’s that I hate doing anything I really, really suck at. And boy, am I in pathetic shape. I mean, really. If I told you how long I was able to go on the eliptical and then the treadmill, before I had to stop, you’d be horrified. I know this, because I’m horrified.
And I find it very hard to stick with stuff I’m bad at. I don’t deliberately quit; I just conveniently forget, or let myself get distracted. And “I’ll get back to it tomorrow” becomes “I’ll get back to it next week” becomes “I should have gotten back to it a month ago, shouldn’t I?”
I’m really going to try to stick with it this time. I know that I desperately need to. But then, I knew that last time, and the time before… Blargh. Someone just needs to invent Workout-in-a-Pill already.