The title of this post pretty much sums up my past week… I got hired on as a seal trainer at Sea World and… KIDDING! The barking seal thing refers to the way I sound when I cough… give me a bouncy ball and an audience and I could put on a show. As I mentioned in a post a few days ago, I’ve somehow caught the dreaded heebie jeebie cruditis synctovirus… aka nasty shopping cart handle germitis. Okay, so there is no scientific evidence that I caught the heebie jeebies from an unsanitized shopping cart handle, but I’m totally looking for something new to cuss out Wal-Mart for… and that was the first thing that came to mind.
Since I’ve been feeling like a Mack truck ran over my noggin for the past week, I have not done a second of exercise… unless you count opening the Robitussin bottle as exercise. Childproof cap my rear buttocks… them things are Barking Seal Proof too! Thus, the butt sitting reference from the title. I’ve sat on my butt every single day since Monday… and you know what… I’ve hated it. HATED IT! How did I do this for years on end before? I sat on my butt every dang day of my life for YEARS! Was it because this time I didn’t have a large Hawaiian deep dish pizza from Pizza Hut sitting in my lap? Was it because there was no tub of ice cream in the freezer? I actually can’t believe I’m going to say this… is it because I kind of looked forward to my exercise? NOOOOOOOOOO… who have I become!?!?!? I’m a shell of my former self. I’ve gone to the dark side and am now one of those really annoying bouncy exercising people I just wanted to smack in the face before.
Let’s not get carried away, Whitney. I still don’t like MOST exercises. Weight lifting… SNOOZE!!! Treadmill walking… BORE ME A RIVER! Running… too much jiggling of my innards… last time I ran I swear I lodged my liver up underneath my pharynx (on the plus side, that makes it much easier for me to never become an alcoholic.) But I can honestly say, when I can’t get my walk in outdoors, I genuinely miss it. I miss breathing in the crisp fresh air (or in the winter the smog-infested not-so-fresh air)… I miss gazing at my beautiful surroundings… mountains so beautiful they make me want to cry… and I miss the high I get when I get my heart rate going. Nothing can replace that feeling… (I take that back… sitting in a tub of chocolate might come close!)
Thoughts lead on to purpose, purpose leads on to actions, actions form habits, habits decide character, and character fixes our destiny.
– Tryon Edwards
Question of the Day: What keeps you exercising?
Note: Thank you to all the new people (and not-so-new people) who have left me sweet messages. It is much appreciated and I am beyond flattered. I appreciate y’all reading my ramblings and taking the time to comment. Have a great weekend everyone! Monday… same time… same place? It’s a date!