missmiah | Exercise is going to be the death of me

I'm overweight. Chubby. Chunky. Fat. Whatever you want to call it, I'm it.

I know this.

Have been since puberty, and boy do I miss that pre-puberty metabolism that made me stick thin and perpetually starving. Now I'm "cuddly" and perpetually uninterested in food. Figures.

Anywho, my point is that I know I should make an effort to exercise because heart disease, obesity, blah blah deathycakes blah blah... I get it.

Interestingly enough I own a very lovely blanket holder that is actually a treadmill and it lives right here in my office next to my desk.

Brilliant woman that I am it occurred to me that since I detest the great outdoors in the city that perhaps I could use this treadmill thing for *gasp* exercise.

Boy, was that an error in judgment.

Five minutes. Five.

I'm pretty sure that I'm about to experience that whole history of heart disease thing up close and personal right now.

On the other hand according to the fancyschmancy timer/odometer/calorie counting/doodad/thingymigjigger here I was averaging just under a 12 minute mile. Which isn't bad for a desk chained lump such as I am.

Yes, five minutes is nothing, I realize that I'm sad and pathetic. Got it. But everyone has to start somewhere, right?

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If it makes you feel any better, I spent more time convincing myself to not use our treadmill that I would have spent on it.

I sure wish it burned more than 0.3 calories per hour to rationalize.

*sigh*

Date: 2006-05-15 01:15 pm (UTC)

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Tomorrow - today rather, six? Which would be six more mins than I manage to do. So - if you're sad and pathetic - that would make me - something I'd rather not think about. LOL See? ;)