Ouch

The problem with waking up early to go to the gym is that the whole day suddenly seems longer.  You wake up and schlep out the door half-awake.  You get to the gym, which is loud and bright and filled with perky people.  You wake up when your heart starts crying for mercy as you do cardio on the elliptical, and by the end of your workout you’re wide awake and you come home to find everyone else in your family is still sound asleep.

By the time they wake up, you’ve been up for hours and suddenly your day is split into two parts, and by the time you get to the evening you feel like the morning was actually yesterday and you’re exhausted but you don’t know why because you worked out yesterday not today and…Oh, wait, this morning was today.  Weird.

I have worked out for at least 25 minutes every day for three days in a row.  I know this may not seem like much to people who exercise regularly, but it’s a lot for me.  I’m sore.  Very sore.  So sore, in fact, that I had trouble sleeping last night because I felt like I had a toothache in my legs.

To be honest, I really dislike feeling sore.  Some people like it.  From what I hear, some people love feeling that burn that lets them know they committed fitness.  For me, though, it makes me sad.

I like feeling good.  I love being warm and snuggly, with a full belly and plenty of sleep and maybe a soft blanket to cuddle under (wow, Aidan and I have a lot in common).

This whole soreness business is the opposite of what I like.  I know it’s good, and I’m thankful I have the opportunity and means to attain my goal of losing weight, but if I’m being honest I have to say I really don’t enjoy the process much.

Maybe if I’d been more sporty as a kid, I’d feel differently.  I was one heck of a reader and had an incredible vocabulary, but was painfully awkward and far more comfortable lifting books than balls.

Wes assures me it will get better, that the more I workout the more my body will become accustomed to the abuse.  I sure hope so.  Because I can say with certainty that cupcakes never made me sore (and yes, I know cupcakes make you fat and that makes your knees sore, but I like to think the cupcakes aren’t the problem, it’s the meat and veggies I eat in addition to the cupcakes that are making me fat).

*sigh* There’s really no hope for me, is there?  I have the sneaking suspicion that it’s exactly this kind of self-deluding nonsense that got me into this mess in the first place.

9 thoughts on “Ouch

  1. Actually, it’s no one food making you fat. It’s how much you eat of it. That’s why weight watchers is awesome. It tells you how many points you have in a day, and you can spend them any way you want. Of course, you’ll do better if you spend them on healthy food, but the principle is that you can budget points towards treats, and not feel deprived.

    Way to go working out! Also, try splitting your cardio between machines. Like, elliptical for a bit then the bike. Works more muscles, works them more efficiently, and helps you not get that toothache feeling.

    The more you work out the better you’ll feel, it’s true. After about a week or so, your body actually will feel more energized! You’re doing great girl! Keep it up!

    Make sure you warm up slow and stretch after.

    Just think of your next baby, and how glad you’ll be that you got in good shape so that their 10 month home will be the best it can be!

  2. -Jennifer, Good suggestions! I’ve talked to Wes about the Weight Watchers thing, though I think we’ll table it for now until we can get through this move we’re supposedly doing next week. It’s so funny that you mention thinking about my next baby. I was doing that very thing this morning, and all I could think was that it sounds SO exhausting to do this all over again!!

  3. Rock on chica!! I haaaaaaated the gym, but at the same time there’s a feeling of accountability associated with it. Are you able to take a little ibuprofen or tylenol for your aches? That might help you get past the first week. :-P

    Completely unrelated (sorta), I was sitting here nodding along with your assessment of getting up early. Army Boy gets up at 5 every day, and Wesley thinks that means HE should get up. Thus, my day starts then also, in a sleepy haze of puppy cuddles and bad early morning tv. By the time I leave work at 5:30pm, my day already seems sooooo looooong. Gah.

  4. -Txtingmrdarcy, I suppose I could medicate, but I usually try to avoid taking pain relievers because I’m foolishly afraid if I take them too often it’ll negate their effectiveness and then they won’t work for me in the future. It’s so funny though, every time you say Wesley I think you’re talking about my husband. So confusing!!!

  5. -Blanche, We’re moving next week! Ugh, I could explode I’m so stressed! There’s WAY too much stuff to coordinate!

  6. Icy Hot is nice on muscles!

    You seem like someone who would be more motivated if you exercised with other people, Erika! Maybe you would enjoy some kind of fitness dance class over going to the gym!

  7. -Lisa, OOH, GOOD SUGGESTIONS!!! I bet classes would be fun, especially if they involved flailing (er, I mean, dancing).

    -Nancy, Ha! Protein, huh? Good luck with the move!!

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