Brrrr. It is cold. Like, freezing-your-butt-off cold. Which is pretty normal for Winter, I suppose, but it seems extra chilly at the moment. We’ve had some wild, stormy weather with thunderstorms and heavy rains, hail and flooding, and people have lost their fences and roofs. I had a few pot plants go for a tumble, but that’s about it.
In a continuing attempt to be healthy and lose weight, I have been walking and / or running, regardless of the weather. In some ways, exercising in crummy weather is better for me, for several reasons :
- Less people around to witness my lack of coordination and grace.
- If you’re drenched with rain, no one can tell if you’re sweating.
- People think you’re very dedicated and diligent.
- You can wear big baggy raincoats and wet weather gear and
hide your flabby bits.
- Ditto wearing hoodies and other head-covering ensembles. Bad hair be damned!
- When you finally get back home to the warm and dry, it seems SO MUCH warmer and drier by default.
- You can be a bit smug about how disciplined you are (see # 3.)
I must admit it has been VERY hard to get motivated (although the size of my thighs should be motivation enough) and some days I would rather go straight home, put my PJs on, and stay warm with a cup of tea and Vincent D’Onofrio (via a Criminal Intent DVD). This week it has been difficult to organise walking times because I’ve worked overtime and had car issues. And I’ve been lazy. But I try and go at least a few times a week, even if I just pop out at lunchtime for a quick trek around the block. It’s better than nothing. This is what I tell myself anyway.
There have been days when it has been raining so hard I have come home COMPLETELY drenched, and my sneakers are making that gross squelchy-squeaky noise that sounds like you’re walking on dead frogs. I’ve got raindrops in my ears, crazy hair, and small puddles in my pockets, but that’s ok. I’m still glad I have made the effort and have one less reason to feel bad about myself. It’s so easy to fall back into house-slug habits and just go straight home, after a day at work sitting on my bum in front of a computer, with no exercise or fresh air. But I’m trying to do better and get out there.
So, I shall continue to waddle around, rain or shine, with little guilt-ridden breaks in the middle where I “forget” to do any exercise at all. I will stop to take photos and watch dogs play. I will run when there’s no one else around, and walk when there is. I will try not to spoil it all by coming home and eating a cookie. But, even if I do, I will forgive myself and start over the next day. That’s the biggest hurdle for me.