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Last weekend I finally got myself a gym membership. I like to call it my "Don't Be Fat" Card because it's a little card I carry on my key chain, that reminds me that I need to go work out. Every time I reach into my pocket, there it is, silently judging me for my eating habits and low level of activity.
In my first post, I mentioned that I am by no means a fitness expert. In the few weeks sense I started this feature, that fact has not changed. Sadly, my gym membership plan didn’t not bestow my with all the collective knowledge and wisdom of the great fitness wizards from the mystical kingdom of Workoutistan. I think that comes with the premium package deal that I didn’t get.
With all the time I spent in my weight training class and the few times I have been to the gym, I still really have no idea what I am doing. That being said, the fact that I am at a point in my life where I am actively seeking out whatever knowledge I can, is amazing.
My first trip to the gym to work out was a some what unfulfilling one. I spent about ten or fifteen minutes getting to know the weight lifting section. I did two quick sets of of my normal dumbbell routine and then spent some time using the resistance machine. After that, I moved to the elliptical machine for about fifteen minutes at a moderate pace before me sister ask if I was ready to leave. For a first trip out it was not bad, but I could have done more.
The next day I got dropped off, so I didn’t have to worry about when anyone else was done. I went straight to the elliptical again and did 33 minutes at a steady pace. I could have gone a little faster, but over all it wasn’t bad. After that I felt good and could easily move on to some weight training, but I didn’t. I went home.
I got my heart rate up and got a little sweaty and called it a day. There was really no reason why I should have quit so early. The gym was empty enough and I still had plenty of energy, but I quit like the Fat Fatty Mc Fatburger I am. Yesterday I had even planed to redeem myself and do a proper workout, but instead I played World of Goo and took a nap.
Motivation is not something that comes to me very easy. I get grand ideas all the time that I never bring to life because of all the distractions in my life. Going to the gym is just another brick in the wall of laziness I have built up for myself over the years. It’s very easy for me to come up with excuses to keep me from going to the gym, but in the end I’m the one that has to look in the mirror every morning and see that fat lazy dick staring back at me.
What helps me out when I need to get motivated to do things is scheduling. My weight training class was every Tuesday and Thursday at 11 am, so I knew when I had to get up and catch the bus to get to it. With the gym, there is no schedule. It’s open all day. It does offer some fitness classes every day that I might start aiming for though, but for the most part, it’s all aobut going when ever you feel like. Which I never do.
So, if you are lazy bastard like me and need to get around to exercising more often, my advice is to schedule it. Schedule when you get up, when to eat, when you work out, when you watch tv. Don’t be a Nazi about it, but set some time frames for your self to help you develop the habits that will get you into and then keep you in better shape. Basically, fake it till you start to do it because your body compels you to.