28 September 2019
Yeah, I dunno about that one. It wants me to get up 12 times a day and walk for a grand total of one minute. I mean, I get why, but the reminder always comes when I'm eyeballs deep into something, usually work, and I get all twitchy if I don't do it.
Getting the exercise calories burned has been no issue. One 45 minute bike ride, and I'm there.
But the frustrating one is the exercise minutes. That 45 minute bike ride only gets me 15-16 exercise minutes. Today I mowed the lawn (twice, because it was long enough that it looked stupid until I redid it) in a one hour time frame, and it credited me with 6 whole minutes.
But I closed those damned rings.
Okay, I have not closed the Stand ring yet today. One more time and I'll have nailed that sucker.
I was on the fence for a long time about getting this watch, but I have to admit, it has definitely been motivating. I'm a get-a-streak-going kind of person (1633 days on MyFitnessPal, woohoo!) and I can see myself trying to build on one. One week will lead to one month which will lead to two, then six, then FORKIT I'M GOING FOR A YEAR.
Yeah, I dunno about that, but it'll sure as hell be in the back of my head.
I stopped at the UPS store, expecting two smallish padded envelopes, but there was a surprise box.
This is why I wanted a grocery-hauler type bike. It's heavy and slow, but it's fun and I can shop without having to drive.
Which is good, because the check engine light in my car is on, and I'm not driving it until it gets checked out.
I'm a weenie.
I don't remember where I stumbled upon this image--probably Reddit--but I saved it and shared it because it's so freaking true.
You know when riding became my joy?
When I stopped thinking of it as a workout. As exercise that I had to do in order to eat the food that I really enjoyed. I found something that was FUN, and it's something I can do without a lot of pain, and why the hell should it be anything other than play?
Remember being a kid and going outside to play, which often meant riding your bike?
That's what it should be.
I refuse to feel guilty for my weekly OMG PIZZA cravings. I refuse to use what should be fun as a punishment for indulging in it.
Find the thing you really like and just go outside and play. Or go inside and play. Sure, watch what you eat and drink, make sure you move every day, but dammit, PLAY.
Except dodgeball. Only sick farks like dodgeball ;)