My oldest son works out a lot. I think he is crazy. Why would you want to do any exercise activity that starts with the word "insane" in its title? And I don't have the time or the motivation to do an exercise class or video that takes an hour a day. Or something that makes you sweat buckets. Or makes you have violent thoughts towards the instructors. I do have a bike, and I am thinking of using it. That's not too bad, at least I will be going somewhere. I ran a race once, but that was 6 kids ago and the only running I do now is when one is heading for the road.
I decided at the end of last year, that I needed to get my butt in gear and quit finding excuses to exercise and eat right. I always have to think these things over before they become reality. So about a month later, in early Janurary, I bought a workout video and talked my hubbie into working out with me. He actually agreed, he's one of those that likes the day-after soreness that comes from working out too hard. He's also one of those that cuts down on his meal portions, and he loses weight. Makes me sick. But I still love him.
So after a month, we both have been tracking our calories, exercising as often as I can be persuaded, (which is about 3 times a week) and trying to make healthier foods. After doing all this, I have figured out why many people are overweight. It's friggin hard to eat right. I have to plan ahead for my lunches, I have to redo some of my dinner meals, and I have to search out recipes online. And there's so much more prep. I can't just take something out of the fridge and eat, unless I want that to be my last meal of the day. I have to mix, measure, blend, chop, and count just for my lunch. It's exhausting! And the few times I have made double so I have an easier time for lunch the next day, my wonderful husband eats it all. And still loses weight!
|The tuna mix I made today. I doubled it so I would have enough |
for tomorrow. Steve came home and ate 2 servings of it. I am not
sure there's enough for me to have one serving tomorrow. Sigh.