Alright, alright. I’m the only one who can make me lazy. But I have to say, since I don’t have a dumpy butt to run away from anymore, my zeal for exercise has diminished significantly.
The funny thing is, if you had asked me six months ago why I exercised, I would’ve said, “Because I love it!” Which would have been true. But now that I’m over the illusion that exercise can manage weight and my weight manages itself just fine, thank you, it’s obvious that I clearly don’t love it as much as I once thought. My behavior tells me so.
Don’t get me wrong. I still head out for hikes, yoga (not as often as I’d like), trail runs, mountain bike rides. I like to be outside as much as possible. But without that weight-gain monkey on my back, my frequency is way down.
My husband, Brian, has noticed a similar drop in workout desire. And he’s one of those crazy people who can get three times as much done in a day than I can, which would often include a long run. Nobody would have thought he needed to lose any weight pre-Primal, but lose he has, somewhere between 10-14 pounds.
So I’ll outline some external obstacles:
The weather. It will just. Not. Quit. Raining. It really starts to wear on you after a while. There’s a reason we don’t live in Portland or Seattle. But this is our second spring in a row that seems hell-bent on continuing up until July 4th. Counter-argument: Pre-Primal I would’ve been out there anyway in my rain jacket, plodding the miles away. Hmm…
- The baby. She’s adorable and wonderful, but she requires a lot of attention. So far, we’ve been pretty good about just lugging her around with us wherever we go. We have a baby backpack, a jogging stroller that can handle the trail, a front-mounted bike seat for her on our bikes. We’ve jogged, hiked, snowshoed, mountain biked, and camped with her. I have two mornings a week of relief, which is often filled with me vegging out at a café, sipping a latte, and working on the blog. Counter-argument: We didn’t let her stop us last year. Hmm…
- Brian is extra, extra busy right now. He has two part-time jobs and now a software venture that fills the rest of his time. His days off are no longer “off”. His regular jobs both require random scheduling, so he works shifts that start and stop all over the clock. This effs with a person, no doubt. Counter-argument: He’s never let anything get in the way before. Hmm…
- I had a knee injury. The same week we switched to Primal, my left knee decided it was done running. This would’ve freaked me out in the old days, but the weight was coming off so I decided to truly let my knee rest and heal. It worked like a charm, and my knee hasn’t so much as squeaked at me since. Fine and dandy, but my motivation hasn’t been seen since January. Counter-argument: With previous injuries, I would find something else to keep moving: swimming, yoga, elliptical, what have you. Maybe I like being a sloth more than I realize? Hmm…
Honestly, I’m beginning to wonder something. Stick with me here, ’cause I know I drive people crazy when I get all cross-referencey, but I’ve been thinking more and more about Gary Taubes’s assertion that our bodies often drive our behavior. The more Emily Deans I read, the more I wonder. And there’s GAPS (Gut and Psychology Syndrome), which is mostly applied to issues such as autism, schizophrenia, and depression. But. BUT. Could we make a leap here and say, at least anecdotally, that a Paleo/Primal diet could organically reduce the desire to exercise for some people? Or is it purely a psychological side effect of not needing it for weight management?
I dunno, but I have a plan. There was a time when I was a very strong lady. I could do pull-ups, I had a strong core, and I had incredible balance. All of that’s gone out the window since having my daughter 21 months ago. There’s no doubt in my mind that I need to build that back up:
- As mentioned early in this blog’s life (here), I have always been more attracted to functional fitness, bootcamp-style workouts with calisthenics. There’s a lot of inspiring stuff out there on this front (see here, here, and here). I just saw Al Kavadlo‘s awesome video “Human Flags Everywhere!”, and I don’t know if a woman has ever accomplished one, but I’d have fun trying. I’ve been scoping out the local playgrounds for a good place to workout that wouldn’t be too disruptive to the kiddos.
- In addition, there’s a CrossFit gym, The Den, in the next town over, about a 20-25 minute drive away. In pre-baby days, I wouldn’t have thought twice about signing up, but now? Ay yi yi. My plan is to go check it out and sign up for a once a week commitment. I love the idea of a pre-formed community of folks with similar interests and food proclivities.
- And of course, yoga. There’s always yoga and I always need and want more of it in my life.
I try not to be someone who talks about things instead of actually doing those things. But I’m hoping putting this confession out there will get my arse in gear. Any words of tough-love encouragement? Leave ‘em in the comments. Give it to me straight! I can handle it.