My name is Melissa and I’m a lazyoholic. OK. Perhaps that’s not the exact and appropriate word to best describe me. I like to think of it more as a lack of communication between my mind and my body.
My mind will be screaming at my body to hop on the treadmill. After all, my husband so generously stole food from my childrens mouths and heat from our house in order to buy this wonderful piece of workout equipment. And what does my body do? It completely ignores my mind and stays at the kitchen table, click click clicking on the keyboard, engaged in some twitersation or another.
My wee little mind will try to get my ginormous bodys attention by looking at those lovely workout wii games and that nice little boogie board. My body, however, flips my mind the bird and chomps on a bowl of cereal or a handful of cheese its.
I could go on. I won’t.
It’s actually pretty bad.
Now that I’m on this anti-thyroid medication that, I SWEAR, made me gain 3 pounds overnight. I MUST start doing something proactive. The thought of getting even heavier? It scares the shit out of me…as I’m binge eating on sushi from the grocery store. Well, at least it’s wrapped in brown rice. That makes you poop…well, so I’ve been told.
Also. I have never, ever, in my entire life, been so out of shape. I’m the Stay-Puff Marshmallow (wo)man. All muscle tone I ever is hiding under mound of blubber. By now, I don’t even think muscle and tone can be said in the same sentence when it comes to describing anything about me.
But? I’m so freaking lazy and it’s getting worse.
I get worried about my health. So I sit and read or go on the computer.
I get anxiety about my kids. So I sit and obsess.
I freak out about bills. So…I sit and obsess about that too.
When I know, from years of actual physical activity in the form of ballet, that movement relieves stress and anxiety. Yet, I’m a perpetual vicious cycle.
Now though. I’m getting older which makes it harder to shed down to the svelte. I’m going to have to be on a life long medication that slows down my thyroid, thus slowing down my already dead metabolism. I have major awful cardiac genes. I’m an anxiety ridden mess.
I have GOT to stop being lazy.
I just am not sure I remember how.
It’s just so much easier to be like a slow moving glacier and then complain about it.
Only, that isn’t going to help my matter much.
I just have to remember how to motivate myself again. It’s been so many years that my motivation has gone into atrophy along with my muscle and my tone.
In the immortal words of our friend Susan Powter, I MUST…”Stop the insanity!”