Monday, 14 October 2013

Choices, decisions and being bad at them.

I'm not an active kind of person, exercise makes me hot, sweaty and aware that I wouldn't survive to the end of a zombie movie.

But if it did? I could eat nothing but chocolate fudge brownie frosting and still fit into my skinny day skinny jeans.
Right now I don't have a gym membership, I got one last year and went a couple of times, I know that when I do exercise semi regularly I feel better, I sleep better and I look better. So I should probably renew my membership, right?

But money! And my lack of it! 

Exercise is one of those easy things that you should be able to do for free, right? Throw on a pair of trainers and get out there. I unfortunately have a skeleton that doesn't quite work properly and joints that are inclined to inflammation so high impact things like jogging are a no go. Swimming and cycling are where it's at for me.

So if I get a gym membership I can use the pool and occasionally when the 'Cardio Suite' (who comes with these names?) isn't too full I might even squeeze in a session on a stationary bike. Alternatively I could use that money to buy a bike, not a fancy one and not an expensive one but one that I could use to maneuver myself around the city, on days out and y'know in places that aren't the gym.

Swimming is one of those activities I enjoy but it ends up being a bit of a faff. There's the communal showers, the wearing of skin tight lycra, the fact that you're sharing a bath with god only knows how many dirty people. Plus you have to add in all that extra time to redo hair and make up unless you go first thing in the morning and I'm not an early morning kinda gal. The thought of rising early with the express intent of immersing myself in a large body of water brings to mind stories of people falling asleep in the tub and accidentally drowning. The life guards would probably get sick of fishing me out and just leave me to die after a week.

But if I get a bike I have to find somewhere to store it and if it's raining and icy I'll tell myself it's too dangerous to go out, that I'll just fall off and cause a ten car pile up. 

Last year I took trapeze lessons and loved it, but then my carpal tunnel started playing up and my hands would go numb when I was trying to support myself whilst 9 foot in the air. Also I became unable to type which is a major disadvantage in a student with lots of overdue essays. (Seriously, everything about me is broken, if I was a horse they'd have shot me by now)

So the result is? I don't do anything, I don't buy a bike or a gym membership and just sit at home eating biscuits and telling myself I wouldn't want to live in a post apocalyptic zombie infested world anyway.


  1. nice post :)

  2. That's it - you know you should exercise, that you would feel better doing it. But it's always "not now". I'm 21, but my body feels like 80. And I know I want encourage myself to do any sport till it will be too late!