This post, though, is about my inability to stick to a fitness routine. I tie this to my childhood when I quit everything I started. The only thing I can do with any regularity is walking, which I love to do. I should start walking to work before I start riding my bike, that'll make it less intimidating. It's around 3 miles, not too bad. Anyway, I stuck to Frisbee over the summer but only because Jon also stuck to Frisbee. In the fall when I was playing and he wasn't I rarely went to the games! We both want to start running again, learn to play tennis, and I'd love to continue with the New Rules of Lifting for Women. I started the NROLFW a couple months ago and stuck with it until I lost the book. Once we get the kitty acclimated we should start doing these things. In fact, I should start doing them myself. I've already proven that given a running buddy or frisbee buddy I'll stick to it, but by myself I lack conviction. This is something I ought to dive into; I wasn't blessed with Jon's lightning fast metabolism! I'm lucky that I've stuck to a normal weight for the past 5 years with minimal activity and a good diet, but it's not good enough. I've never felt comfortable.
I don't want this to be a space where I complain, so this is just my space to say I'm doing it. I'll start running, slowly, again today and do some yoga and weights. I'll buy NROLFW again (bahhhh hate losing things) and pick that back up in the new year.