Thursday, August 2, 2007

My new exercise program

I've been bitching and moaning a lot (mostly internally), about the shape I'm in. Not so healthy! Weak! And yet, I've not gotten my ass in gear.

Hm. Patterns repeating themselves. (Just an observation, not a judgment)

Last night I found myself FINALLY acting in an exercise-like manner. For 15 whole minutes I flailed my arms about wildly with a light weight in between my hands. Since I keep my house at a toasty 80 degrees, I was soon at least mildly sweating.

Another pattern that repeats itself is that I have to like the exercise in order to want to do it. Often that means the exercise is just a means to an enjoyable end.

Like Butter.