A dear friend of mine is getting married this summer. As such, she's hoping to be a bit more diligent about working out and eating better in the coming months than she's been for the past few years. There's always been a lingering desire between the two of us to be more proactive about our fitness, but we seem to stall constantly in our endeavors.
I've tried CrossFit (loved it, can't afford it) and a fancy deluxe gym (didn't love it, still couldn't afford it) as well as a very impressive arsenal of home fitness products/devices and intimate knowledge of tons of body weight workouts (can certainly afford it, but still don't do it).
My friend, Beef (an assumed name for identity purposes, obviously) has purchased yoga lessons and even has an elliptical in her basement. We both have stability balls at our desks which rarely get sat upon and our office yoga mats are dusty since we can't quite bring ourselves to abandon our computers during lunch hour and also are leery of the creeping eyes of coworkers who wander by when we're doing push ups in the break room.
Today we took the plunge together and joined one of those small bargain gyms which is located very near our office. I feel very optimistic that this will work better for us than the things we've tried independently before. There's lots of evidence asserting that working out with a partner is better for a myriad of reasons.
After the weekend I had where my depression flared up in a terrifying way causing a mini breakdown and left me unable to get off the floor/couch for an entire day, I know that it is time to start self-medicating again with exercise. Monday morning's raging yelling session at my frozen car really demonstrated that I'm sick of this winter and my cabin fever is getting manic. I need to do something.
Those that know me best and anyone who's followed this blog probably wonders why I keep trying new things "maybe this time it will work and I'll finally find the key to getting fit!!!!" They've/You've heard it all before from me. I've had more failures than successes.
Isn't there a proverb though that tells us to always get up one more time than we fall?
So here's another attempt at reaching my goals. Beef will help me stay accountable and for heaven's sake maybe I'll make it out of this winter alive.
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