|from New Yorker Magazine|
This is how I felt last week at the gym! "Sprint" is not a word that has hit my exercise vocabulary! I wogged (a combination of walking and jogging) a 5K and, while I did not feel victorious, I finished it. It was the kind of run where I felt really uncoordinated--like my legs weren't in tune with my arms and my breathing was out of synch with my
Of course it didn't help that the 70 year old lady on the treadmill next to me, Mary, was contendedly strolling along having full conversations with the morning news programs on the TVs displayed on the rack in front of us. And including me in the conversations! It's not nice to ignore her, especially when she brings me the paper towel sprayed with disinfectant solution so I won't have to.
I have been diligently getting to the gym three days each week--even got some cool badges from LoseIt! -- "Keep it Up" and Exercise Buff" and logging my calories daily.
I'm beginnning to feel like I'm making progress--I'm starting to see some muscle tone return and I'm not sucking wind quite so much when I wog.
But the scale certainly isn't joining in on the celebration. Before I started this endeavor I was dancing between 179 and 180. Now I'm at 183!!!!! How is that adding exercise has added 3 pounds! Someone tell me it's all muscle--PLEASE.