-watch an episode of 'Say Yes to the Dress'
-google the words 'Snooki's love child' and read the countless number of articles speculating the future of Jersey Shore's sure demise
-hop in the car and drive to Starbucks for an Americano (that's a hot beverage, not a hot Italian import)
-think of new blog post
-catch up with friends (and mother) on the phone (sometimes more than 30 minutes, truth be told)
-throw a ball for my poodle (which she would rather I spend all day doing)
-take a shower
The list could go on for a blog that would read as a mini novella. My point -- thirty minutes is not a long time. I'm going out on a limb and guessing most of you reading this (kudos to you for having higher IQ's!!) would agree that thirty minutes is really just a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of things.
The hardest part, for me, is actually getting my behind TO the gym. I read a weight loss success story of a women who struggled with the simple act of getting dressed FOR the gym. To bypass this obstacle she slept in her workout wear and then when her alarm rang (at 5:30 am) all she did was brush her hair and teeth and she was ready to head out for the gym.
I just got my 6 month body measurements done today. While this savvy foodie had some moments of (what I like to call) 'eating like an idiot'...I was nervous and wanted to put it off for another month. To my pleasant surprise my weight and percentage of body fat both decreased and my muscle mass has increased. I'm stronger, leaner and more flexible. My fabulous trainer told me, "Those of us who frequent the gym are stronger than 90% of the rest of the population who don't work out at all."
|This squirrel is my inspiration|
Well smack my (smaller) butt and call me happy!!! What's another 30 minutes of exercise?