It's kind of a terrifying thought. Not that I don't think I'm ready, it's just a lot easier to maintain a exercise program when I have to be accountable to a physiotherapist. One of the main reasons I went so regularly was that if I did cancel, I had to call in and be grilled by the physiotherapist as to why I wasn't showing up that day. "I'm tired" was never a good reason for them.
As part of the discharge spiel, I was told that each week I should aim for at least 150 minutes of aerobic exercise, two days of weight training, and two days of good full-body stretching. Apparently I'm now going to become a gym rat. Have I mentioned before how much I hate the gym? Although I have been going pretty regularly for the past year and half so maybe I've somehow secretly turned into a gym lover without realizing.
The fun exercises like cycling or swimming won't be difficult to do but seeing as I can't swim yet due to my wound and the weather isn't consistent enough for daily cycling, I'm still going to have to rely on treadmills for awhile.
I just need to find something that's as motivating as avoiding an awkward telephone call. Being accountable to Isaiah doesn't work either as I have no problem saying no when he nags me to exercise. I'll have to find some way to reward myself if I make it out for 150 minutes of exercise a week. Exercise = starbucks treat!
Or perhaps I should try negative reinforcement which I've read actually works better. The theory is that you set up a third party member who donates some of your money to a charity you hate if the goal isn't reached. 150 minutes of exercise a week or my money goes to a charity to save the precious pigeons.
Perhaps I need to keep brainstorming ideas.
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| Goodbye treadmill room! |
2 comments:
Congratulations Ally!!
Keep up the excellent work!
I always hear that fitness routines are always more successful if you have a "gym buddy." Maybe you could find one there ?
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