Treadmill
Friday, September 12th, 2008
I got tired of waiting for the rain to stop here in New Zealand so I could start walking again. We live in a part of the country called the Bay of Islands. It’s semi-tropical and I love having bananas, oranges, grapefruit, mandarins and avocados growing in the back yard. Well, I did love it until I counted up the days that it has rained – it’s been nearly 12 weeks since we’ve had a day without rain. The ground squooshes when we walk across the grass.
So I dragged out the treadmill and cleaned it all up. It works fine. It’s an American 110 volt model so I had to look for a converter and found that too. It’s been a while since I’ve done much strenuous work. I’ve been ill for so long that I’ve pampered myself way more than I probably should have. I felt like shit and did everything to make myself feel better. Exercising would have made me worse, I’m sure. (seriously.. well, that’s my story and I’m stickin to it anyway)
I cranked her up and started walking and it felt really good. I was going at a pretty good clip and then decided to dry the “automatic incline”. Dumb move. By the time I finished my legs were aching and I was huffing and puffing. I read somewhere that good exercise can do that to you but geez.. I was plumb tuckered out. Not only that.. I only climbed imaginary hills for 10 minutes!
Today I will strive for 15 minutes.
The thing about starting a new exercise regime is that when you start building muscle, you gain weight. Your muscles weigh more than your fat does. Maybe I won’t weigh for the first week. I’ll trick myself into thinking I’m losing a lot of weight even though the scales would call me a liar.
If you have a gastric band to lose weight, it’s only 1/3 of the battle. You’ve got to exercise and you’ve also got to clear those emotional eating demons from your head. Now I’ve got 2 out of three taken care of. I’ll think about emotional eating on another day.
