A Post About Not Exercising And The Excuses I Used To Make To Escape It.
It has been a strange week. I started it off by running my fastest ever 10k in the gym and have ended it by not running at all this weekend.
The reason why I haven’t been jogging is that I’m searching for a new flat and have spent the last 2 days outside knocking on strangers doors seemingly for shits and giggles.
I’m taking this very seriously as if I move to an area that’s runner friendly then I’ll want to do more of it! Tottenham really isn’t the best place for running. There are far too many roads and a lot of the area is reasonably fucking grim.
I have kinda fallen in love with Sydenham Hill in South East London. I went there today for a viewing and was amazed that somewhere like that could exist in the town.
If I could move there then I think I could so easily settle down. That’s all I want now. Some fucking sanity.
Some fucking consistency with the running.
Anyway in tonight’s post I will talk about the various excuses I have used in the past not to exercise.
I tend to forget that there was a time not so long ago where I’d have used any excuse to get out of moving. Here is some of the shit I used to tell myself.
I’ve tried to exercise before and failed – I’d failed with so many crash diets and strenuous exercise regimes in the past that I believed I could never be successful. I never gave myself enough time to change though. That was the missing ingredient. When you’re obese you want to shed weight as quickly as possible otherwise it seems hopeless. You quickly realise that it isn’t sustainable and you need to find another path. I never knew there was another path though. That’s why I hate all of those all or nothing TV health cunts that preach 10000 sit ups a day and seaweed for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They mislead so many people.
It takes far too long to exercise – Why would I want to waste 60 minutes on exercise that I could use to eat cake or bitch on Facebook about how no one understands me? Exercise doesn’t have to take long. If you move for 10 minutes more a day then you can build up on that and over time grow your fitness. When I was 280lbs I started off by walking for 2 miles on a Saturday at a very slow pace and built up from there.
Health fanatics are fundamentally different from me – Health freaks are no different from you other than that they have grown into the habit of exercise. It will come to you if you give it enough time.
I will get healthier later – This is a likely story. I’d been waiting on the moment to get healthier for 10 fucking years and it never happened until I took that first step for myself after my piss started reeking of Sugar Puffs. You might delude yourself into believing that you will change when someone comes into your life or your find a new job but it won’t happen unless you make it happen.
I’m destined to be fat – This is a great excuse as it means you don’t have to try and you can complain about your genetics. Destiny is such a sour motherfucker isn’t it? The only thing is that there is no such thing as destiny. You can choose to improve your life now or you can make it worse through your choices. You’re 100% in control of what happens next.
People will laugh at me for exercising – No they won’t. And even if they did laugh why should it matter to them? If you’re trying to improve your health then any decent person will support you (unless you’re improving your fitness by vigorously masturbating into public landfill sites moments after dawn.)