Fetal
Shared on Mon, 07/23/2007 - 14:52I can't tell you why, but I started working out again this past January. I think it might have been the fact I hit 250lbs on the scales and none of my clothes fit anymore. Of course, it could just be that I wanted to actually use my gym membership instead of paying for basically nothing annually. In reality though, I think it is the fact diabetes runs in my family and I was/am scared.
I'm a big guy anyways. I always have been. I'm 6'1" and my regular weight is usually anywhere between 190-205. When I was in military schools I worked out constantly, but not of my own volition. It had been seven years since I even ran a mile, or did anything more strenuous than hiking in the mountains (job related). 250 wears on me about as well as a fur coat on a hummingbird though.
There is a point to this blog. It is simply, I am having a harder time starting to develop the habit of working out, than I ever did quitting multiple bad habits from drugs to smoking.
I hate working out. I can't stand lifting weights. There is nothing more mind numbing to me than counting out 3 sets of 10. It is boring. Running on a treadmill seems pointless to me, as does running around a track. I can almost understand running to a destination, but why run outside when my only destination is to eventually return home and shower? I'm already there. What is the point?
Don't get me wrong. I love playing basketball. I'll run all day long if there is an immediate objective at hand, like winning a game. My competitive side won't allow me to give up even if I am the slowest schlub on the court and I'm gasping for breath with my eyes popping out like Arnold in Total Recall.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I've hit a wall. For the past 7 months I have been dutifully working out every day but Sundays. I run at least a mile every day, I force myself to tread water for 15 each day (5min arms only, 5mins legs only, 5 mins both) and I spend about 45 mins working arms/chest one day and legs/gut the next. I've lost almost 45lbs. I now have worked myself to the point where none of my old clothes fit. I've reached my goal and I did it without changing my diet.
So, for the past couple of weeks, I've been slacking off. I realize eventually I'll fill back up again, and I don't want that. It is just my aversion to working out is so strong I've been rationalizing not doing it by saying to myself, "It took 7 years to become a fatty last time, it'll take that long again."
I don't know if that reasoning is sound or not, but I suspect not, even though I wish it were. And even with this knowledge I just can't bring myself to want to go to the gym anymore.
Anyone have any advice for keeping me motivated to PT? I'm all ears. I want to stay healthy.
I'm a big guy anyways. I always have been. I'm 6'1" and my regular weight is usually anywhere between 190-205. When I was in military schools I worked out constantly, but not of my own volition. It had been seven years since I even ran a mile, or did anything more strenuous than hiking in the mountains (job related). 250 wears on me about as well as a fur coat on a hummingbird though.
There is a point to this blog. It is simply, I am having a harder time starting to develop the habit of working out, than I ever did quitting multiple bad habits from drugs to smoking.
I hate working out. I can't stand lifting weights. There is nothing more mind numbing to me than counting out 3 sets of 10. It is boring. Running on a treadmill seems pointless to me, as does running around a track. I can almost understand running to a destination, but why run outside when my only destination is to eventually return home and shower? I'm already there. What is the point?
Don't get me wrong. I love playing basketball. I'll run all day long if there is an immediate objective at hand, like winning a game. My competitive side won't allow me to give up even if I am the slowest schlub on the court and I'm gasping for breath with my eyes popping out like Arnold in Total Recall.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I've hit a wall. For the past 7 months I have been dutifully working out every day but Sundays. I run at least a mile every day, I force myself to tread water for 15 each day (5min arms only, 5mins legs only, 5 mins both) and I spend about 45 mins working arms/chest one day and legs/gut the next. I've lost almost 45lbs. I now have worked myself to the point where none of my old clothes fit. I've reached my goal and I did it without changing my diet.
So, for the past couple of weeks, I've been slacking off. I realize eventually I'll fill back up again, and I don't want that. It is just my aversion to working out is so strong I've been rationalizing not doing it by saying to myself, "It took 7 years to become a fatty last time, it'll take that long again."
I don't know if that reasoning is sound or not, but I suspect not, even though I wish it were. And even with this knowledge I just can't bring myself to want to go to the gym anymore.
Anyone have any advice for keeping me motivated to PT? I'm all ears. I want to stay healthy.
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