Alright. I'm just going to admit it right here and right now. I am NOT a fan of working out. Perhaps this is because my stamina is equivalent to a 400 lb. individual.... I was pretty good about working out in the months leading up to our wedding, but ever since our wedding I have been in "you love me for who I am so I can eat whatever I want and not care" land. Now don't get me wrong. It is important to have freedom with food choices, but it is dangerous to not care at all. I have eaten some pretty wonderful food in the past 7 months and I have worked out about .... 10 or so times. No bueno.
One of my resolutions is to adapt a healthier lifestyle. This resolution includes getting adequate amounts of exercise. Silverio and I borrowed a treadmill from his parents with hopes that it would motivate us to get active. I couldn't wait to get home from work today to go on the treadmill. I had this vision of me doing walk/run intervals, enjoying myself, and breathing normally. Boy was I in for a rude awakening when I got on the treadmill! I started my intervals and I felt like I was going to die. Ok, so maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but it wasn't pretty! (take a look back at the picture for this post)
Looks like I'll be making smaller goals for myself than I had anticipated.
Goal for January: Walk at least 30 minutes 5 times a week
I know exercise is good for you for countless reasons. I'm not giving up!