Getting Fit, No To Deafeat

My goodness, my body hurts.

I stopped doing housework myself for a period of 3 months now and I definitely gained weight. Actually, it's my life's cycle. when the "ber" months arrive, I do start to over-eat. This goes on until the Love month, February. Then, I just find myself a "Big Me" come March.

Therefore, as April approaches, I go get up and put my rubber shoes on for any activity I can get into. This starts with walking, running with the dog, attempt to go back to sports and an hour in the gym.

Today, in the gym, after a teeny weeny bit of lazy stretching, I mount the treadmill which felt truly alien to me, starting off at low speed. I learned my lesson. I do not want to end up with injured ankles, just like last year, when I overdid it the first day at the gym.

It seems ages just being on the treadmill for 5 short minutes at low speed. To think I even plan to stay for an hour. Uuugh! (or should I say bowow, aw aw, ouch).

I increased the speed. I feel exhausted in a couple of minutes and can't continue. I talked myself into holding on. The three minutes, I stretched to 5 minutes. I reduce the speed. After 3 minutes, I again find myself wanting to stop. I hang on to stay and complete the magic 5 minute mark. This gets repeated, talking myself to just complete the 5 minute cycle.

The message in the machine says "check your heart rate". Doing so, it registered at 130, I wanted it to go up to 170, whew! I increased the speed. To my amazement, my heart rate did not increase, the registered number even went down. I am tired. I give up on this heart-rate thingy. I do not want to look at the gauge anymore. I just kept on jogging then brisk walking on
the treadmill.

I realized, when I stopped minding my heart rate and just continue even at a low speed, the distance data kept on increasing. That's encouraging.

Guess what? I was able to stay on for 60 minutes. Yehey. I went home and drank a glass of sweet orange juice (not fresh, the ones bought in bottles, heheh.) I ate a burger with my son for breakfast.

Hey, I don't want to be hard on myself. I'll just get back to the gym every other day. Just do it for 21 days, I say. Go!