I haven’t ever exercised very well.
I ran a little in high school because my sister did cross country but I’ve never been very consistent.
I played a little basketball and quit when practice ran too long.
I did yoga in my spare time off and on.
I stuck with Latin and ballroom for the longest (four years) and studied tap for a bit too.
I don’t stick to exercise programs for a number of reasons.
I get bored really easily. I hate sweating. I hate hearing the sound of my own breathing. I hate getting hurt and feeling pain. I hate feeling awkward and my glasses slipping down my nose when I’m running.
The problem is that exercise has become a non-negotiable activity
I have a peptic ulcer that leaves me munching antacids like Skittles. I have a mood disorder that periodically fucks with my entire existence.
My hormones decided to go into overdrive this year and I’ve got adult onset acne after having relatively clear skin all my life.
The shit has metaphorically hit the fan and the wet wipe recommended by my doctors, family members and psychologist is the big E.
I have to do moderate exercise if I want to reach my goal of being a relatively content, somewhat functional member of society.
Then I saw this tweet:
This tweet inspired me to start this blog to keep me accountable and keep me going.
So my journey begins in earnest. I will chronicle my journey here.
It’s going to get ugly so help me out by reading these posts, talking to me and sending me encouraging words.
I’ll update soon