I’ve been horrible when it comes to my exercise. Please, don’t even ask about my diet. I’ve eaten all the not-so wrong things at the very wrong time and at horrendous proportions.
I have no one to apologize to… I’m sorry ( Haha… Just kidding, I’m not sorry.)
Okay ego aside, this morning, I was awake very early as usual and the dominant thought was about me getting back to my exercise again. I thought of the ‘love handles’ that are beginning to reappear and the fact that I almost hyper ventilate each time I walk up my stair case. Needless to say, I had to make a decision. And take one fast!
I took my Nigerian self up from the bed and made a pledge with my hands to my chest, that I will work out every day for the next 30 days. ( No, I’m lying… It wasn’t that dramatic. I lazily got up from the bed, turned on my computer, procrastinated a bit before proceeding to do 50 squats and then work on my abs, which right now, almost look like a flab or dough- that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. )
After just 10 minutes, I was beginning to sweat. Who loves to sweat so early? (past 7 a.m.) So I stopped, and surprisingly, I was energized and almost hyper as I ironed, showered and got set for work. i’ve been able to maintain that energy.
It’s 3 p.m. right now, and I’m done with my work, ready to head home, change and go for a run.
I’m making a commitment to myself. For the next 30 days (well, maybe except for my birthday on July 5), I must do some form of exercise, even if it means just eating a bowl of Ice cream. That counts as me exercising my mouth right? (Ha! gotcha… you really thought I meant that right?)
Lets work out, shall we?