Getting fit is a goal of mine. I'm not going to worry about pounds, inches, fat or calorie intake, or any of the traditional ways of measuring success. I just want to feel more energetic, vital, and healthy. Up until just recently, aerobic exercise was something that would cause my wrist to swell and throb. This meant that even dancing for more than a song or two would keep me in pain for several days. Last summer, even a walk around the yard in the heat would be miserable.
I still can't wear the rings that a year ago were loose on that hand. There is still swelling in that hand, but it's slowly returning to something like normal.
After nearly a year of sedentary behavior, sacrificing activity for comfort, I am about ready to go out of my mind. Getting momentum going is so difficult. Due to transportation restraints, I have to do what I can from the house. I'd like to go back to Curves in April when Missy gets back on the road. But I can't wait that long to get started. I remember the last time I lost weight and got fit working out at Curves. I remember the glow and satisfaction of working out with pleasure, watching the fancy ladies with scowls doing it for a need to attain an impossible vanity goal. I just want to feel this body work well.
So how will I know if I've reached my goal? I will know by the reduction in the amount of pain I have when I first get up. I will know when going for a walk is a treat, not something I need to take an anti-inflammatory before attempting. I will know when I desire to travel a little farther, a little faster, and a lot more often.