On exercise...
This is something that I posted as a response to something Giant asked me in my journal, but I thought that someone here might be interested to read it as well.
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I started my exercise routine SLOWLY. I did what I could. The key was to (1) NOT compare myself to others - when you're that heavy, you can't run a marathon. Don't try. (2) ALWAYS do SOMETHING. It doesn't matter what that something is - if it's something you enjoy, then that will make it more likely to be something you do. But if you "think" you don't like it, try it and find out. And even if you *don't* like something, do it anyway. A little bit every day is worth more than a whole lot every once in a while.
When I started, I was in terrible, terrible shape. Did you see the picture of me and my nephew playing with the trains in my gallery? One of the things that started me doing this was that I was trying to play with him and after 15 minutes I'd feel like I needed to go to sleep. In that picture specifically, I was having trouble getting up and down off the floor to put the trains back on the track, or to switch which engine we were using. I kept trying to do it with my foot (which doesn't work).
If you want to hear how my workouts actually started, here it is - a week before starting Atkins, which was shortly after that Christmas, I decided to start walking. I went on my dad's treadmill and literally burned out the engine. I wrecked it. I was too fat for a treadmill. And my Dad loved that thing. Then I went outside and walked for probably 15 minutes, came back in depressed and out of breath.
Day two wasn't much better - I went out for a walk through the park near my house and, being winter, there was ice. After walking for about 20 minutes (in a distance that now would take me less than 10), I was coming up a hill barely able to catch my breath when I slipped, scraped my arm and cracked my head. I lay on the ground for a minute, remembering once again what a miserable failure I was in every facet of my life - physically, emotionally, spiritually and professionally, I had nothing. But for once, I didn't want to die. I loved my nephews, and I didn't want them to put me in a box not remembering who I was, or only having a vague memory of some fat uncle who was a nice guy until he died.
So I got back up and walked home. Then I walked every single day, a little at a time. At first it was a half an hour, and it was slow. I could do 2.9 mph for probably 20 minutes on a treadmill when I started (my dad bought another one - with the strongest motor he could find - and wasn't even mad about the other one because at least I'd been trying to do *something*). But I *did it*. Every single day. And gradually, it got easier. I could go faster, or for longer, and eventually both. And I don't just do walking anymore, either. When just walking stopped doing it for me, I added some jogging, where I'd go in bursts until I couldn't do it anymore, then revert to walking. On February 1st of this year I jogged a mile straight for the first time since I was probably 11 or 12, at 6 mph, and 4 miles in 47:34.
I also added weight training at the end of last summer. I started lifting using a machine at first, then got a Kettlebell, which I *love*. Google them - a lot of people who use them become like cultists for them, and I'm definitely one of those people. That added more strength and more cardio capacity. Now I'm strong. It's awesome. I don't worry about getting up and down off the floor anymore, and I never take steps one at a time anymore - it's never less than two at a time anymore, and usually at a high rate of speed. When I play basketball with my friends, they all want to quit and I'm just getting started. When we go out, they're all trying to keep up with my walking pace.
It rules.
So really, the thing is to just do something, every single day. Nowadays I mix it up more - I'll go to the batting cage and hit a couple of hundred balls one day, or go golfing, and last night I rode the new bike I just bought. But I always do something. I pretty much never take a day off, in the sense of sitting around the house doing nothing. I'll do something, whether that's walking around town for an hour or so, hitting baseballs or whatever. I do everything I can to stay off the couch.
-j.
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