Q: Do you know how to make God laugh?
Monday, December 05, 2011
A: Tell him your plans.
So, I'm having a good day. It's a slow day at work so I'm spending some time browsing through Jim Karras's "The Business Plan for the Body" and figuring out how I can implement some of the strategies.
It's always amazing to me how many of the same principles are repeated over and over from different sources - diet AND excercize, muscle strength equals more burned calories, and... *UGH* keep a food diary.
I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE keeping a food diary. What's even worse is that the two times I did it - it actually worked like gangbusters. Crap. I know what I need to do and am coming to reluctant acceptance when...
I get a text.
I thought it would be my new BFF (just moved back from NM). She started her new job today. She has 20 years of experience, served in the military, has a Masters and it still took her 5 months to find a job. But she found a great one and just started today. Hooray! (I'm so happy for her. There are always good things to cheer about!)
Anyway, it wasn't her. It was my upstairs tenant, a friend I rented to who has been there for 6 years. I own a duplex in an artsy neighborhood in Milwaukee. The property is now worth less than what I owe on the mortgage, but the rent covers 90% of the mortgage payment, so...
He texted me, Ahem..TEXTED ME.. to tell me that he has moved out. HAS. Past tense. After not paying rent for three months (we were trying to work something out for back payment...).
So what did I do? I packed up my workout goodies and went downstairs and worked up a sweat on the treadmill. I'm fortunate enough to have a free... say it again, FREE, FREE, FREE mini-gym provided by my new employer! (Did I mention earlier that I'm also happy about my new job...)
I'd like to tell you that "I felt much better afterwards." Well.. I did and I didn't. I'm still mad as hell and have no idea how I'm gonna get the place rented in winter in Wisconsin, but...
My blood pressure (which HAD been soaring, I could tell...) came down to a reasonable level. And I had some time to myself to realize that this might actually be a good thing. It will all work out. And probably for the better.
Why is it that exercize makes me feel better yet when I think about doing it - it's like pulling teeth? I don't get that. I wish I could change that reaction in my mind that says "excercize bad". Excercize almost always makes me feel better. Yet I always have to talk myself into it. What is that? I'm really asking for feedback here.
Have you ever felt a similar love/hate feeling with exercize? Does that ever go away?
Also, I'm 43 now, do we ever learn how to take the good with the bad? Or more fittingly somedays, the bad with the good?
I'd love to hear your thoughts.