Monday, May 18, 2009

Time to wake up

The universe has been shouting at me since that last post: Stop dreaming! "I dream of being active." Get over it! Get out of the house and go work out! Rejoin a hockey league -- you can do it midseason.

And, while I miss hockey, I am certain that if I started playing now I'd injure myself immediately. I mean, I play recreational hockey, but I'm not even at a recreational level of fitness. And that's the problem. I really don't like all that fitness stuff, except for how it makes me feel afterwards. I can walk for hours, given something to look at or listen to, but going to the gym? Sweating? I don't think so.

Things I can do instead of working out:

  1. Read
  2. Nap
  3. Watch my latest Netflix video
  4. Do a crossword puzzle
  5. Do a sudoku
  6. Knit
  7. Nap
  8. Paint my walls
  9. Go online to play with paint colors on fictitious walls
  10. Unpack boxes in my extra bedroom
  11. Clean something
  12. Write something
  13. Get together with friends and sit around and talk
  14. Get together with friends and sit around a table and play poker or some other game.

All that time I was working out with a trainer and going to yoga: it was because

  • I was bored, and
  • I had an appointment, had paid money, and appreciated having someone make decisions about what I was going to do next.

I'm shaking my fist at the universe right now, shouting, "Um ... well, yeah, you! I ... um...."


Amy said...

Oh Lisa, I hear you on the sweating thing. Right there with you. If I didn't know better, I'd say we were related ;)

Lisa F. said...

Hey, I didn't know you were a reader!

Did O and G get couch potato genes, or do they take after their freakish uncle?