I made it to the gym again this evening which reminds me of another thing I hate about being morbidly obese: the elliptical machine. I lasted twelve minutes on the elliptical machine tonight before I thought I would die or fall out in the floor.
As I was thinking of ways to kill my mortal enemy that I was working out on, I was reminded of a time just a few years ago, that the elliptical machine was my dearest friend. It could reshape any stressful day and I could work through any issue while burning hundreds of calories. And now, I can barely move on the machine.
It's very frustrating to remember times when I could work out a full hour at a time on an elliptical and not even think twice and now I have to restart at such a low amount and pray that I can make it. But I just keep thinking, I have to start somewhere. So here's my somewhere...
12 minutes on the elliptical machine and 33 minutes on the treadmill. Tomorrow is a new day with new possibilities...
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