And sometimes, I develop them into theories – and then, people throw things at me.
I have obsessive tendencies. I think that comes as a surprise to no one. I tell myself that they are (currently) not hurting anyone. Currently, I am obsessed with fitness (and, after a pro/con debate with my father, we determined that running is better than heroin). Fitness is good. Running is good. The lift class that I went to the morning? Probably good. I’ll let you know if I can lift my arms tomorrow.
I do a lot of cardio. And virtually nothing resistance-y. I haven’t been to yoga since before Thanksgiving. I don’t lift weights. Pilates (according to my workout group leader) doesn’t fit the bill. I was pretty sore last week after kickboxing. I know I bitched about that here. And, I maybe was gently chastised for picking up another cardio activity when in fact I should be doing weights & stretching. My workout leader thinks so. All the articles I’ve read think so. I think so.
But I hate lifting weights (insert whine here). It’s not as much fun. I don’t get an endorphin kick. (my spell check thinks I should change endorphin to morphine, which is another fun kick, but that goes back to the heroin argument, I think.)
So – other than the class I took this morning (which involved a bar, some hand weights, an overly perky teacher, and 6 AM, and twitchy muscles for a couple of hours after), what should I do? Work yoga back into my life? Is that enough, or do I need to go use the *gulp* machines. I hate the machines. I’m afraid of doing it wrong, and even though I’ve had trainers, I can never remember where the seat goes, how much I should be lifting, and where exactly to stop the movement.
Can I get by with a couple of handweights at home?
Somebody – tell me what to do! If you don’t, I’ll tell you about all the self-help books I’ve been reading lately, and then, you’ll be in for some theories. So there!