Within the past year or so, I’ve noticed that my body just hurts when I’m not getting enough exercise. My back hurts, my knee hurts, everything seems like such a chore. It is clear that as I age, I need to be downright aggressive about keeping my body moving.
I’ve put on a bunch of weight, so now even bending over to pick something up is hard to do. It’s awful. If I drop a dollar on the floor, I might offer you $0.50 just to pick it up for me.
As recent as a couple of weeks ago I couldn’t even walk one mile because my back would start hurting. My Wednesday night wintertime basketball nights were depressing and painful. I was twice the player I used to be, and half the player I used to be, all at the same time. I hated it.
I know that I need to start small and work my way up again, which for me, at least for now, just means walking. I need to get out and walk as much as I can and as often as I can. Walking is awesome because it is something that you can just get up and do whenever the mood strikes. Almost.
Unless I’ve planned ahead at least an hour, I can’t walk for long without my blood sugar going low. Then I have to eat something, which pisses me off because I’m walking to lose weight! I know in my head that even though I’m eating to fight off the low, the walking is still good for me. But emotionally? It kicks my ass. I get SO MAD that I can’t just get up and go for a nice long walk whenever I want to.
Typically, I’ve got myself so mentally worked up about this stupid thing that when I start planning ahead I get all pissed off about it again! Then my motivation to move disappears, and I go do something else (not exercise related).
As my frustration around all of this builds, I’ve noticed that the sheer frustration has buoyed my motivation a bit, but I worry it won’t last long. As the weather warms again I’m also reminded of how frustrated I got when doing all of the “outside jobs” around the house. I mean, who plans for hours before mowing the lawn?