So after 4 years of a slowly degrading body, I am FINALLY beginning to work out. I have to thank Darbi for helping me begin. However, I think that what is really helping is a combination of time, proximity to equipment, and the fact that the workout room is fairly empty. I hate working out with people watching me.
Why? Because I am incredibly out of shape and embarassed/disgusted by my body. Four years ago, I weighed 160 pounds and was able to do anything physical that I wanted. Now, I weigh 220 pounds and get a bit winded after jogging a quarter mile. It's pitiful.
But, now I have set my mind to doing something about it. I want to drop to 185 pounds eventually. More importantly, I want to improve my cardiovascular health to the point where I can be active and not feel like I'm dying. Of course the most important goal is not to have a heart attack.
So, that's my plan. Kick my ass if I don't keep it up.
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**gets her pepperspray out of her handbag**
I'm going to do more than kick your ass! Get moving, yo! :P
get ready for some squash!
Thanks for writing this.
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