Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Back in the Saddle
It's been a long, unhealthy summer, as evidenced by this pudgy parson's poorly fitting clothes. But, at least there's been a good reason for it! (Hey, I can rationalize with the best of them!) We've been in flux since June, when we realized that we would be moving!
But, we're here now (at least our bodies. Our stuff, well...that's in process). And it's time to start undoing all the damage, and hopefully quit popping buttons off my ill-fitting britches. But we've made the decision that we're going to do better things in this new place.
And to our credit, the very first day we joined the gym here. I've gone on really long walks (read: hikes. These here mountains ain't no joke!) with my doggy almost every day. We've made better choices food wise. (Read: we quit stocking Little Debbies in the cabinet.) We've made plans of ways to fit exercise into our lives. (Read: well, you gotta start somewhere and a plan is as good a place as any)
Last night, though, I surprised myself. I went to a spin class. I only thought I was going to die a few times. It wasn't pretty, but at least I had a bike in the back. (Anyone who would've been behind me would've gotten a very jiggly view. Spin class is apparently not so great for hiding your backside.) I have avoided spin classes in the past as they've kind of intimidated me. But I went, and it wasn't as bad as I would've guessed.
While I was spinning there, getting nowhere exactly, Bon Jovi's "It's my life" came on. That used to be a ramp up, play on repeat over and over, song for me. Hearing it again reminded me of my promise to myself-. In it, though the words never said it, I was able to hear me telling myself that I want better for myself and that I'm willing to work for it. So these are my new words:
It's my life.
It's now or never.
I ain't gonna live forever.
I just wanna live while I'm alive.