Picture this: a polyester running suit in emerald green with a wide, white stripe down the side of each leg. Don’t hate me because I have style. I was 22 years old and that was a present that my husband gave to me. It was his not-in-the-least-bit subtle hint that I needed to lose weight. You see, I’d had a baby about 6 months previously and it was about damn time that I got back into shape! (Let me insert here that I would die to be that “fat” right now!) He had decided that I should start jogging to lose weight. I hate jogging so you can imagine how excited I was at the prospect. He said that he would stay with the baby so I could take the dog out for a run. Bless him. My “revenge” was that I would run for about a block and then walk to the park where I sat on a swing and let the dog run around. Then, on the way home, I would run for the last 2 blocks so I’d be winded upon my return. Ha! I showed him!! I’m an awful person for lying to him like that, but I never asked him to force me to run! I still don’t like to run.
There was a period of time when I was in love with an exercise machine. It’s called a Cardioglide and it reminds me of a cross between a stationary bike and a rowing machine…sort of. It was my best friend and I think I was truly addicted to it. That’s a good thing, right? It was a good thing while it lasted, however like many romances, it waned after a time. It went from being my best friend to the best darn clothes rack of all time!
Over the years, I’ve toyed with the idea of joining exercise classes, water aerobics at the local pool, even yoga but I never followed through. I’ve entered into agreements with good friends to walk together every day. Ok, well maybe 3 times a week. How about we meet for a walk next week? What? You have an appointment that day? Ok, we’ll get back to that soon, I promise.
As you have probably gathered by now, I suck at committing to regular exercise, which makes it difficult for me to understand why, now, I am loving our treadmill. I am rocking the regular exercise like I’m a reincarnation of Jack Lalanne! I freakin’ own regular exercise! Who is this woman?
I think my new commitment to regular exercise comes from a perfect storm of enough time (I’m retired), access to a good piece of equipment (this treadmill is awesome!) and diabetes. Yes, thank you diabetes for finally showing me the light. I realize that I would most likely still suck at regular exercise if it wasn’t for my diabetes. I have a new focus now. I know that if I don’t pay attention to what I’m eating (and how much) and get regular exercise, then diabetes will win. I can’t let that happen.
Sometimes I beat myself up for not figuring this out years ago. Sometimes I want to drive around town with a megaphone spouting my new-found religion so that everyone will see the light and make positive changes to their lifestyle before it’s too late! Yeah right Kate. The reality is that people have to figure these things out for themselves. People need to find their own motivation. I truly hope that diabetes doesn’t become that motivation. My wish is that something happens in our society to turn this diabetes-in-our-future ship around. I’m doing my part by doing my best to be an example. Are you?