So I'm loving life with the new BodyBugg (known from here on out as BB, because I'm getting tired of typing it out all the time, ha ha!)
Simply by wearing it, I feel like I'm playing a game with myself--burn more calories than I take in. Who knew it would take 29 years and a gadget to get me to truly grasp the science behind losing weight...
Well, there are few moments more rewarding in my day than the ones where I'm home, just before bed, uploading my BB and waiting to see how many calories I've burned that day. Seriously, I feel so triumphant when I see I reached my "target deficit" for the day.
But in order to reach this moment of nirvana, I uh, have to move more. I find all kinds of little reasons now to move--go to the copier on the other side of the office (instead of the one by my desk); park my car farthest from the store entrance...you know, all that stuff the exercise magazines tell you to do and you tend to roll your eyes at.
And I've gone to the gym more times this week than I have in a long while. I felt pretty good about myself and my efforts until this morning when I noticed the gym was crawling with elderly folks. Apparently, my Bally's is a SilverSneakers gym.
Nothing against senior citizens...I live in a building full of them and yes, some of them are grumpy, but most of them are very, very sweet.
No, what depressed me was the sweet little old woman who was apparently doing a lower body workout, just like me. She kept following me from weight machine to weight machine. At first I thought to myself, "Wow! I wonder if she can do this?! She's older!!"
But here's where the depression came in...after I'd hop off a machine, she'd hop on...and not change any of the settings. She was lifting the same weights I was--and on two cases, MORE than I lifted.
I was being outexercised...by a GRANDMA!
Talk about depressing. Or motivating. In my newfound effort to try and be more positive, I'll go with "motivating" to describe the whole experience. I found myself walking out of the gym thinking, "Man...I hope I'm that fit when I'm her age."
That lady was working out with all the gusto of a 29-year old (albeit one that's not very fit, but still...). She was limber and moving around and well...she was easily in her 70s.
I was in awe. I hope she's passing on all those wonderful lessons to her kids and grandkids. I wish mine had. Instead, I had a grandmother who believed with all her heart that food was love. And her food was usually fried and/or made with lots of fat. (Hello! We're Cuban...we FRY bananas!)
Now, my grandmother is paying the price. She's overweight. Not in the best health. Has arthritis and other things that make her feel terrible. I can't help but wonder how different her life would be if she was out there, moving around like the gym grandma is.
Screw depressing. Even motivating isn't enough. I'm thinking of that gym-going granny as inspiration!
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4 comments:
that sounds so cool! Im glad that it is working out for you.
that is interesting about the older woman..good for her, but I would have felt as you did. dont worry, that will be you some day!
I am going to have to check into that gadget. I'm intrigued. I'm glad the coolness of it works out to excellent decisions for you - nice!
I want to be that Grandma when I get old, too.
I hope when I'm an old woman I'll be kicking butt at the gym. That said, if I saw an older lady kicking my ass at the gym today I think I'd cry... and then maybe ask her to spot me.
How great that you were inspired by that "Grandma!" Sometimes I feel like I'm too old for all of this but reading your post convinced me it's worth the effort!
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