Last week, I found myself getting extremely antsy about exercise. I hadn't worked out (other than walking dogs and the occasional Pilates video) in ages, as stress had been wearing me down and making me feel less than motivated. I had promised to go back to my old gym to check out pricing, but I remembered that they take payments out of members' accounts automatically each month, and the beginning of the month would be a real stretch for me to add on another bill. But over the weekend when he sun finally came out, my spirits were high and I vowed to at least walk through that gym door. Besides, maybe I could talk them into some sort of deal so I could get started right away.
True to my word, I left directly from work later that week and went straight to the gym. As soon as I walked in, I was greeted with a warm and friendly, "Aubree, you're back!" The old owners were still there, and they remembered me. Awesome! I told them I wanted to come back right away but that I was more comfortable making payments in the middle of each month, when I had fewer bills due. They understood, and said my bill could be prorated for the ten days. On top of that, the first month is free, so I won't be making my first payment until the middle of November. I just had to pay a small processing fee, and then I signed my contract and was on my way. I was so excited! If I had gym clothes with me that day, I would have jumped right on the treadmill. But it would have to wait until Thursday.
I decided right then that it was time to start eating better, so I went directly over to the grocery store to do one of the things I most enjoy. That's right...I love grocery shopping. I can spend hours in the store, checking out labels and putting together ingredients for meals I plan to create. There's something so comforting about doing this, and I never feel guilty for spending money on healthy food. While walking the aisles, I realized that I hadn't been "for real" grocery shopping in months. I would pick up things here and there, but mostly, my mom was doing the shopping. And I love her to death, but she doesn't always pick out the healthiest foods. Plus, I've been cooking at work and for clients, so by the time I get home I'm often too beat to cook, or I just haven't felt up to it. But that's about to change.
On Thursday, I went directly to the gym from work. I did a twenty minute "Peak 8" run on the treadmill, then some ab work and stretching. It felt great. Friday, I went back and did some cardio and interval training, then came home and cooked up a fantastic meal. Billy wanted his favorite, jambalaya. At the store, I had looked at the boxed mix and nearly threw it back on the shelf. I've made it before, but now I'm on a mission and I just knew I could make a healthier version. I sautéed onions, garlic, Portobello mushrooms, zucchini, peppers and kale, then added in some spices, organic stock, tomato paste and whole grain wild rice. I finished it off with some local sausage, all natural shrimp, and a few dashes of hot sauce. BAM! Take that, Emeril. Happily, my husband loved the meal and asked for seconds.
I'm really happy to be back in the gym. I know I overdid it last time and burned myself out. This time, I'm going to take it slow and do things my way. If I enjoy my workouts, I think I'll stay motivated to keep them up. And that will help my eating stay on track too. I've realized that I can't just do one or the other. The eating right and working out need to go hand-in-hand, at least for me. I'm not sure that I'll make that five pound goal I promised myself before my anniversary, but at least I'm on the right track. I'll enjoy that day more now knowing how hard I'm trying to stay healthy.
Published On: October 24, 2011