So yesterday I was walking and I had this thought. I was thinking about trying to lose weight and all that sort of thing, and how I didn’t remember having any problems at all with weight in high school, and how I ate pretty much anything I wanted, and then it hit me:
I exercised at least 1.5 hours a day in high school. Often more. I swam every day and I took dance classes for half of high school and I periodically joined stupid, stupid sports like track or cross country, and I thought, well, shit, no wonder I didn’t have weight problems.
And, yeah, okay, argument: life as an adult is busier. Eh. I donno. 8 or 9 hours a day at school, 2 hours of swim practice, very frequently theatre rehearsals in the evening, homework (not that I did a lot of it), and I still had hours and hours and hours to talk on the phone with my friends (my parents will attest to this). I don’t think I’m any busier as an adult than I was in school. I’m just not doing the same things, and that includes not exercising 90 minutes a day.
Except lately I’ve been walking 3-4 miles a day, which at my pace takes about 80 minutes, and really, it’s *really* not hard to make the time to do that. Now, walking hasn’t got anything like the calorie-burning oomph that swimming does, so as a weight-loss program it’s only so-so, but the *point* is that it’s *really* not that hard for me to spare an hour or two for exercise. And I’m really enjoying my walks. One might go so far as to extrapolate that I am indeed enjoying… *exercise*!
Actually, I like exercising. It’s just so easy to convince myself I don’t have time or energy, which is stupid. Especially as I’m proving imperically that it’s untrue. Emperically? I should look that word up.
I had a point when I started writing this two hours ago, but I’ve lost it now.
miles to Rivendell: 275.5