For the last five or so years, I’ve wanted to lose weight. I’ve written about it here a lot. I’ve made it a New Year’s Resolution many times. And many times, I’ve failed to lose weight. I’ve fallen off the exercise/diet wagon. I was lamenting not having time to exercise to someone last night, and they said, “You have to make time for it.” Which I know. And I can’t decide where to make time. Morning seems out unless I get up 1/2 hour earlier, which I don’t see happening. I have a hard enough time with the crack of dawn hour I get up at now. Last year, I did get home at a semi-reasonable hour most days–by 4 or 4:30, which allowed time for a walk or something and which I honestly did every once in a while. But now I’m running an after-school program and I sometimes don’t get home until 6. On my best days, I’m home at 5:15. My inclination when I get home is not to jump into an exercise routine, but have a glass of wine, chat with husband and start dinner.
My other issue is what kind of exercise to do. Walking is fine and dandy, but it’s working the same muscle groups and probably not doing anything to work off inches where I want, namely, my butt and thighs. Also, I get wimpy about cold weather. I’d like to do some yoga again, but feel the need to take a class, which costs money. Maybe I just need to bite the bullet and do that. I have a friend who runs a yoga studio and I think I should look into that.
So, I keep seeing this series of decisions I can’t seem to make and failing. I’m inclined to at least give it a try. Mornings are out, evenings are in, and dammit, I’m going to call my friend with the yoga place. I’ll let you know how it works out.