Fitness is a lifestyle

So, about 3 or so years ago, I joined my local gym - it was Bill's idea for us to join really. It had been many, many years since I had been a fitness person and boy was it showing. I worked out regularly back in college (hey, the gym was FREE there!), danced, performed and walked everywhere then.

Then I became a working person who sat a lot and got really lazy, frankly. Over the years I had gained like 40 pounds . I had never had to be concerned about my weight until I quit smoking (twice) and hit my 30's. So, I started going to the gym and I rekindled my love for working out. Heck, it was ?Bill's idea and I was the one going regularly. In about a year's time, working out at least 3 times per week and a plan that included the miracle diet called portion control and common sense, I lost 35 pounds! Yea!

Well, I've been seeing myself get a little lazy again lately. Not going to the gym quite as often - lucky if I get there once or twice a week, portions are creeping up too. I'm lucky to still not have gained weight back - it regularly fluctuates within a five pound range, though my original goal was to get by body fat percentage much lower and loose five to 10 more pounds.

I also started working out for another reason - my anxiety and panic attacks. I've apparently had these since I was at least in my teens, if not younger. But after the death of my parents and my sister, they really started kicking in. Money issues seem to be my triggers. Counselors told me that when things get really bad, I should get out and MOVE. Walk & move until I am too tired to freak out. I know that when I miss work outs, I seem to feel more anxious. If I do not take the time to take care of my body, I pay for it in more than one way.

So, tonight, instead of using the excuses, I made myself work out at home and feel less guilty about sitting here to type now. If you need a motivating work out buddy, here I am.

Heh, if you look below, I'm workin out at work! nope, gotta get my ass to the gym.