Anyway, after she wrote me a note on my 'exit' paper work that I needed to exercise before I do anything else during the day, I took it to heart. And, reluctantly, the very next day I began to do a workout. I was over ambitious of course. Wednesday my muscles ached pretty bad, and I backed off and only exercised for then minutes. Dang, if only she hadn't written that note!!!!! Dang, if only I had not taped it to the bottom of my computer monitor!!!!!!!
Begrudgingly, every morning after I've fed CC and Zorro, I go through the angel, devil thing.
Angel: (In disgustingly sweet voice) "Come one, Sweetie, time for exercise, you promised."
Devil: (Leaning out over my double chins, glaring at Angel) "What the heck, Sandra, who's going to know if you exercise or not? You know your computer is calling you."
Angel: (Halo a bit askew) "Don't listen to him, you know every time you do, you have to pull yourself out of muck and mire,"
Devil: (Laughing heartily) "But, you know you're in pain, you know you hate all the e-f-f-o-r-t exercise takes. Come on, grab you cup of coffee and let's get to work. Times a-wastin'"
Angel: "But, you promised, and a promise is a promise. It's only a few minutes out of your day, and you know the pain is eventually going to go away."
I realize Angel is right, I do owe it to my doctor to at least give this a try, however, I also can see Devil's side, I've become a lazy, slob of a person, and I kind of like it. Besides, pain....well, pain hurts. And I've been feeling pain for the last six days, although the more muscles I use on a daily basis, the fewer muscles there are to get back into shape. Plus, if I work out this morning it will be one full week spending time being physical. Three more weeks and I'll have formed a habit, it should be easy sledding after that.
Devil: "Come on, you gave it a shot, you know you don't like this new routine."
Angel: "But, you've come so far, you can't give up now."
Devil: (pitchfork just below my earlobe...prodding me) "Your office chair is waiting."
Angel: "So is your exercise mat."
Oh, deary me, deary me. What to do, what to do? The simple answer is I want to put this exercise dilemma behind me and slink back into my old lazy, slobbish life, and...I would except...I'm finding Angel is right, my aching muscles are subsiding, I think they are getting stronger, and I sure hate to admit this...I'm feeling better, breathing better and I have a lot more energy.
Take a hike, Devil, I'm going to give this new regiment the best shot I can. Three more weeks is all I need to establish a brand new life style.
Angel: (Halo a bit askew) "Don't listen to him, you know every time you do, you have to pull yourself out of muck and mire,"
Devil: (Laughing heartily) "But, you know you're in pain, you know you hate all the e-f-f-o-r-t exercise takes. Come on, grab you cup of coffee and let's get to work. Times a-wastin'"
Angel: "But, you promised, and a promise is a promise. It's only a few minutes out of your day, and you know the pain is eventually going to go away."
I realize Angel is right, I do owe it to my doctor to at least give this a try, however, I also can see Devil's side, I've become a lazy, slob of a person, and I kind of like it. Besides, pain....well, pain hurts. And I've been feeling pain for the last six days, although the more muscles I use on a daily basis, the fewer muscles there are to get back into shape. Plus, if I work out this morning it will be one full week spending time being physical. Three more weeks and I'll have formed a habit, it should be easy sledding after that.
Devil: "Come on, you gave it a shot, you know you don't like this new routine."
Angel: "But, you've come so far, you can't give up now."
Devil: (pitchfork just below my earlobe...prodding me) "Your office chair is waiting."
Angel: "So is your exercise mat."
Oh, deary me, deary me. What to do, what to do? The simple answer is I want to put this exercise dilemma behind me and slink back into my old lazy, slobbish life, and...I would except...I'm finding Angel is right, my aching muscles are subsiding, I think they are getting stronger, and I sure hate to admit this...I'm feeling better, breathing better and I have a lot more energy.
Take a hike, Devil, I'm going to give this new regiment the best shot I can. Three more weeks is all I need to establish a brand new life style.
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