Weight resistance, I mean.
After years and years of being all, “I love my body! Fuck diet and exercise!” This week I decided that yes, fuck diet, but no, not exercise. I feel sluggish most of the day, and it affects everything: from the way I move to the way I think to the way I interact with people. I want to be able to feel stronger and healthier. I don’t necessarily want to lose weight, just lift it.
So that’s what I’ll be doing, three times a week, at an all-ladies facility. I have a personal trainer who kicks my ass. And there’s something liberating and empowering about doing sit-ups.
And you know what? It’s good for my teaching and writing. After benching and lifting weights, I go home and planning a class seems “easy.” Revising a story? Not as painful as I once thought.
I like it. And I love the old ladies I work out with. They’re so no nonsense, I feel like I belong.
More updates on this later, maybe.