Exercising? Naked? In Bed?

So February’s Resolution…the work thing. I got fired from my main job, so I couldn’t do much there. No, I haven’t been looking, either, though I’m open to writing gigs. Ahem. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

I did get two stories written for my travel blog gig. Not one a week, as I resolved to do. So I’m going to cut myself some slack and say that it’s a minimal success. I did work, after all, for the first time in…a long time.

March 1. This year is blurring by me, I’ve gotta tell you. Course, I just really left the house last week for the first time in months. Being homebound will make all those days of the week rather fuzzy.

For those of you new here, the Year Of Resolutions (YOR) is something I came up with at the beginning of the year. A new Resolution every month, just for 30 days (or in this case, 28). The idea being, I can do anything for a month. It takes 21 days to start a habit, so hopefully, I’ll pick up a new healthy habit each month.

In a continuing effort to fix my fucked up mental state – to actually shoot for that mythical happiness – I’m picking another physical Resolution.

March: Physical

I resolve to exercise at least five days a week.

I knew this was coming and so I went to my local YMCA and joined up. I even qualified for a scholarship because I’m on disability. I went yesterday for the first time and did 30 minutes on a treadmill. Granted, I wasn’t going incredibly fast or on a hellacious incline. But you’ve gotta understand, sometimes getting up to take a piss is my only exercise for the day.

I don’t do that crap. Mostly because I hate sweating, but also because it’s NOT FUN. It’s boring as fuck, exercising. I feel like I could be doing other stuff, making use of my time in other non-productive ways.

So, yeah, I’m way out of shape. I may have lost a lot of weight lately, but that doesn’t mean I’m fit. I still have a gut (thanks, beer!).

I got a list of the classes they offer at the Y.

I’m thinking water aerobics, the Zumba thing, maybe some yoga and tai chi. We’ll see.

On days I don’t go to the Y, I’ll do stuff with the Wii Fit, or maybe take walks. But I will exercise at least five days a week. I’m not even putting pressure on myself to do it every single day…or even the same days each week.

I’m hoping some of these classes are fun and will make me WANT to go to the gym. Who knows? Maybe I’ll meet some rock hard cougar who wants to be my Sugar Momma. At the very least, I’ll see hot, sweaty women in tight clothing.

So there ya have it. I’m not feeling much like doing this YOR thing any more, I have to say. But I’m not abandoning it. I’ve got my diabetes under much better control. I’m working again. And in a month, you’ll be able to wash clothes on my amazing abs.

Or something.