True confession: several years ago I mentioned working out and inspired Bill Weedon to do the same. He’s lost pounds and pounds and is fitter now than he’s ever been (he says). I have started and stopped and gained 30 pounds over the last year or so. Everytime Weedon boasts on Facebook about his 450 mile bike trips and 87 mile daily runs I want to jiggle my belly at him and tell him it’s his fault. No, it doesn’t make any sense, but that’s how I feel.
So today I went to the Y and did a light total body workout. It felt like my lungs were going to explode (note: could be the untreated asthma–check into that), my legs were replaced with rubber bands and my head was pounding from the extra blood flow.
I do feel smarter, though, with all that blood in my head. Also, I feel like dying.
I didn’t realize how much I needed this, and wonder why I ever stopped.
Here’s to praying and working and praying that I can continue.