I hate working out. I lack the motivation to get off my ass and just move. It's never been my thing. If I'm on vacation and there is a hiking adventure than I'm there, no problem. If I'm running late and I need to run to get to my destination, I will. It's not that I can't move, I just choose not to if I don't have to.
I always thought the people that laced up their running shoes and ran around their own neighborhood? INSANE. No one's chasing you! Why are you running? Look behind you, no one is there. Stop the insanity with your running. Sheesh. Especially this one particular woman that runs around in her bikini top (no lie), itty bitty shorts and tanning oil. It must be tanning oil because she glistens like I've never seen anyone glisten before. I don't like this woman in the slightest.
Insert the last week. I've been running while pushing a stroller. Around my neighborhood. Ok, really I just jog mixed with walking. More walking that jogging. And I wear flip flops. And I think I lean on the stroller more than push it. But still! I'm moving and jogging through my neighborhood and no one's chasing me. UNBELIEVABLE.
I've also been working out, too. I got these 10 minute workout DVD's months ago and I finally freed them from their packaging. I've been using the 10 Minute Solution: Fat Blasting Dance Mix. I can't follow hardly any of the dance 'moves' whatsoever and I thought I had some rhythm. Apparently not. But I try and dance along with the 3 ladies on the DVD and it's actually pretty fun. Although, the main instructor has this tattoo to left of her pelvis bone and it's pretty close to being near her goods and I fixate on it and it drives me insane. But her rock hard abs make me keep going.
But here's where I get all whiny and bitchy. I've gained weight. I know that muscle weighs more than fat and I wanna call no fair! You eat right, move your body and expect the scale to reward you with a pat on the back. But nooooo. The numbers go up. Bastards. I think that's total crap and I want someone in the netherworld to fix this. Please make muscle weigh less than fat. Is that too much ask?
In the mean time I'll keep running, er, jogging. I'll probably make the effort to wear actual lace up shoes to avoid injury and looking stupid. And maybe I'll stop leaning on the stroller. Maybe.