Several months ago my husband and I were faced with the decision of whether we should invest in a piece of exercise equipment or join a gym. In the past they have both turned out to be a waste of our money, and yet, we are eternal optimists (or very stupid) and so we convinced ourselves that this time it would be different. Well, that is only partly true. I was faking it. I knew that I would never do either of those things, but I felt like my husband would would be disappointed in me if I admitted it out loud. So I played along and cast my vote for the stationary bicycle. I figured that if I were going to exercise, it was way more likely that I would ride the bike than that I would go to a gym. True to form I have not once planted myself on that bicycle seat. Not even the obligatory “yeah, you picked a good one” sit down that one does when a new piece of equipment joins the family.
Now I am faced with the knowledge that if I am going to continue to write about losing weight in a public forum, I should probably take steps to ensure that I lose some weight. I am going to have to sit on that bike. I know I am. Perhaps if I am reading a super good book I won’t even realize that I am exercising. My children have sworn that I can hold whole conversations that I later have no recollection of if I am reading.
This week I managed to lose 2 pounds, for which I am grateful. My goals for next week are to lose 2 more pounds and to convince myself that I will be ready to exercise the next week.