An Inner Monologue Of Attempting To Exercise (And Failing Miserably)
Considering I’m always susceptible to feeling less than 100%— menstrual cycle shenanigans, colds, tired issues here and there, etc…everyone tells me to just exercise.
Well, it finally dawned on me to simply *move more* when I stepped on a scale after two years of not stepping on a scale.
Here are the thoughts that followed:
Wait. What? Is that scale broken?
Yep. It’s definitely broken…
*A few more attempts ensue *
But wait. Really?
(Looking at my mom for her rebuttal, as I ask how many pounds to deduct as ‘period water weight.’)
* The ‘denial moment’ passes*
Sooooooo…I guess I was more active in high school/college? Definitely college because I took the bus and walked across the turnpike to the campus. (#BADASS)
And then there was right after college when I trekked to and from the city for those unpaid internships. (Shoutout to unpaid internships!)
But now, I can’t just eat and stay still. Apparently.
Does this mean I have to lift weights at the gym? PLEASE EXERCISE GODS. ANYTHING BUT THAT.
I think the best bet is to *briskly* walk since I like to walk anyway. It just has to be incorporated into my routine with a little more structure.
Yay, I live near a middle school track! Convenient much.
When should I walk? During my off days? After dinner? I hate the heat. Can’t ever walk in the heat.
The heat should die.
But anyway….
It’s settled — I shall walk at night when the sun is not mean.
*First Walk*
I’m told to wear sneakers. I knew that though, right?
Just doing half a mile for starters, no big deal. THIS IS SO EASY.
*Post-First Walk*
Okay. That was fine. I can even walk to the Chinese takeout place now!
*Around a week or so later*
Legs are kind of sore. Poor legs.
I’m tired.
So tired. Like as if I didn’t sleep well. Ew. Now I’m extra sensitive. HERE COMES THE SENSITIVITY.
UGH. BUT WHYYYYY. I didn’t do anything that intense. Just some track walks and a couple of boardwalk walks; one was even late night when it was super foggy and creepy (that fact is actually irrelevant though…)
Does this mean I am thatttttt out of shape?
Um yes. Yes it does mean that.
Everyone says my body will get used to it and ultimately feel better.
I think.
I hope.
KEEP TO IT, GIRL.
But right now, where are you, bed?
Can I lie on you?
Please?
THANKSSSSS. 
