Sunday was a bit of a wake-up call for me and today’s post is about keeping it real here. I was feeling guilty for not exercising for 5 weeks so decided to go to an easy flow yoga class. I never did unpack my yoga mat from moving and assume it’s buried somewhere in the garage so I planned I would borrow one. Note to self, take the
whatever effort is neccessary extra effort to find your own yoga mat because borrowed ones are disgusting. Their odor is somewhere between smelly feet, old rubber and just nasty…especially in the child’s pose when you are face down on it. But I digress.
It was a very gentle class with no extreme poses. These were simple moves I’ve done in many beginner classes. Five minutes in, I was in trouble and it struck me that I’m in the worst physical shape of my life. My arms and legs trembled from the simple exertion and my flexibility was nonexistent. As I held my arms out I noticed more skin hanging under them than I’ve ever had before. Wings are great on superheroes but I don’t want them this size.
As I leaned forward my stomach got in the way, and not in a comfortable way. I dragged my sorry butt out of class with renewed conviction. I was going to get in better shape and I needed a new yoga mat. I thought about swinging by Target for one on the way home but instinctively knew this class had dinged my confidence enough. Going out to shop in unflattering workout clothes would seal the deal in making me feel like a total failure.
I slathered on sunscreen and slipped into my favorite LB tank dress. The texture on this dress hides a multitude of sins but it doesn’t cover my arms so I added this cotton topper.
It was so hot I wanted to wear flip-flops but needed to up my shoe game because..banana clip, so slipped into these.
I love these slides! The heel is low and stable and they stay on very well because of the high sides.
I dug put on my brightest red lipstick, donned large sunglasses went out to buy my new mat. Monday, I did 40 minutes of aerobics which felt tougher than it should have. Tuesday I woke up with every muscle in my body screaming.
I’m turning 62 in three weeks and should be in much better shape than I am. I’ve come to realize that walking alone isn’t enough. I need to put more effort into my health. I need to improve my flexibility, my balance, and my strength. I’m looking down the barrel at a lot of work and I’m not happy about it but someone’s got to do it, and it has to be me.
I got out of shape one day at a time and that’s how I will get back into shape.
How do you stay motivated?
Thanks for reading ladies and have a great day.
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