Okay! *brisk clap* New exercise goal! The new plan is to continue to exercise three times a week for about half an hour--but to gather a selection of choices so I will be less bored/discouraged. I've got jogging/walking as one possibility (not "to 5K" anymore, but just jogging and walking for half an hour), and then I added a Tae Bo DVD, and this morning I tried a new DVD: Crunch Super SlimDown Pilates Yoga Blend With Ellen Barrett. Sounds like a cereal, doesn't it? Or a trail mix, maybe.
I'd never tried pilates, and in fact I was saying it "pie-LAY-tees," so saying "pih-LAH-tees" feels like saying vahz instead of vase. I'd tried yoga only once, and quit after about 5 minutes of irritating music and irritating spacey white chick who was clearly under the mistaken impression that getting in touch with her ancient spiritual side made her less of an irritating spacey white chick. Um, no offense, irritating spacey white chicks!
This DVD was way better. The instructor is nice, and she didn't irritate me, and her instructions were clear and had to do with the exercises rather than anything I was supposed to be doing with my mind or anything I was supposed to be "becoming one" with. You know how some instructors seem as if what they're saying and doing represents the entire contents of their brains? Ellen Barrett seems more like this is her job and even her life's work, but that she could probably participate in other activities or say other words.
The difficulty level was perfect: I couldn't do all of the exercises, but I felt reasonable hope that I'd be able to if I kept working on it--and I could do enough of them that I didn't feel like I'd wasted 30 minutes squinting at the screen trying to figure things out without getting any actual exercise.
I would like to point out that I am awesome for persevering with this, especially since my weight! it continues to climb! This is so wrong! I am clinging to what Black Sheep said in the comments section of the post on weight--that exercise is still good, and that it is still making my heart and lungs happy, even if it is making me spit death at the scale. Fie on you, scale! Pistols at dawn, you bastard!
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