The enemy? My gut. I don't know how bad off I am when it comes to my weight. I know I'm overweight, heck, maybe even obese. And it's no wonder. Most of my life since, say, age 11, has been sedentary. And since starting college this past fall, things have just gotten worse. As it stands I'm 6 feet tall, and a hefty 245 pounds.
So, after some inspiration from Glowing Face Man, and the fact that the apartments I live at have a free gym (small, but free, and rarely used by other tenants), I've decided to start working out.
Today (or really, yesterday) wasn't the first time ever going, but it's the first time I'm counting.
So, what am I doing on these workouts? Well at the gym I use there are two treadmills, a stationary bike, and two of those things that look like skis. there are also some weight machines.
Mostly so far, I've favored the stationary bike and ski things. Treadmills just scare me for some reason, I can't say way, but every time I've gotten on one, I've felt as if I were in danger.
So, when it comes to today, I spent 20 minutes on the ski thing, 5 minutes on the stationary bike, and about 15, 20 minutes with weights.
In the future, my workouts will probably be more focused, more planned out. But for now, I'm just going to keep going. The hardest part of working out isn't the labor, it's showing up, being motivated. And I think I have that down.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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