It wasn't a goal, as such. It began with a scoop of deciding to give my body a break, covered in a sizable dollop of malaise.
It's so hot, after all. And it's summer. And it turns out I like to nap.
All this to say: I've been on exercise hiatus for the past month, and I have to admit that it is startlingly easy to...just not exercise.
I mean, I have an almost four-mile round-trip commute to work, and whenever I go anywhere I walk, so I actually do a decent amount of walking most days. But I haven't been doing much of anything beyond that, when typically I also lift weights, run, or do some kind of cardio.
And oddly, I haven't gained weight. Or rather, size. Because I do not weigh myself. But my clothes fit the same. My arms and derriere are getting a little, uh, softer than I like. But it's been fun while it lasted.
I'm not advocating sloth, but do you know how much more time you have to surf the Internet when you remove exercise from your life?
I had no idea.
In any case, my little exercation is coming to an end. But in the past month, I have read a number of books that I've really enjoyed. I've made a serious progress in clearing out my closet and dressers. I've napped every single weekend. I've almost caught up on email.
I'm not saying that you have to choose. I do. Lots of people seem to fit it all in. I am not among them.