I have to tell you that exercise is not my friend.
It is said that exercise is great for increasing your energy levels, making you “feel better”, as well as decreasing your stress.
Ah, the “magic pill”. . .that does not, in any of those categories, work for me.
Exercise leaves me feeling insanely exhausted. At the end of any given workout I feel like death warmed over, and hubby pretty much verifies that is what I look like too. As for decreasing stress? Let me just say any time you have something on your daily to-do list that you dread. . .it is a major stress inducer.
Oh, and during any workout (I do exercise videos), the nutty, smiling leader is always talking about all these stupendous benefits while also proclaiming the wonders of “endorphins”. Let me just say, for me, those little buggers exist on the same mythical playing field as Pegasus.
I think the worst thing is the number of people that state these things as FACT. Sort of like those who declared for decades, that you know you are having a heart attack if you have pain in your left arm; or the whole “flight or fight” theory. Course, recently it has been shown that both of those aren’t true for the majority of the population because the studies that came up with that bunk only used male test subjects.
Not that I’m suggesting this exercise hocus-pocus is false, or that it only applies to men. I am merely stating it does not apply to me; and I’m willing to bet I am not the only one. Because, it stands to reason, should exercise be as wonderful as exercise gurus claim it to be, we would not be a nation of obese people.
All that said, you will find me up at 0500 nearly every morning for my daily workout. (I have very low energy levels and they are at their highest in the morning; otherwise, I would try to figure out how to workout at night, as my most favorite thing to do after working out is to go to sleep.) Also, given the dread I have for working out, I reduce my stress by not being completely awake when I’m prepping to cross it off my to-do list.
I do not work out for any benefits other than the fact that it does help my clothes fit better and, possibly, because it will keep me healthier. (I’m not holding my breathe.)
So, it should not surprise you that in the midst of my workouts my thought processes are. . .grumpy?
I do a different workout every day, on a rotating weekly schedule. This keeps me from getting bored and plateauing. Just this week I switched to a new, more “difficult” routine.
Wednesday is yoga day. I think the routine I did yesterday is headed for the trash. Not only did I have to hear the bunk about all the great benefits I was NOT going to be feeling, but I had to listen to the dude’s idiocy.
I mean, at one point we are doing breathing exercises. (And literally, we are sitting in the “ohm” pose — modified criss-cross applesauce, with wrists on your knees and your thumb and middle finger touching in a circle.)
Just to interrupt my own train of thought here: Why??? What does that pose do for you? How does holding your fingers in such a way do anything for breathing or relaxing? I just don’t get it!
Anyway, the guy wants us to think about “absorbing energy”. And to help us do this we are to “visualize a sun or a star above your head”.
What? Does the man not know that a sun is a star? I mean if he doesn’t that could explain a lot. Wait a second! What if he thinks WE don’t know that the sun is a star? (offense taken) And, that retard, if the sun and / or star was above my head I’d have “absorbed so much energy” I’d be burnt to non-existence. Like that will do me a fat lot of good.
You know, I thought of one other benefit I gain from these terrible torture sessions. Normally, my natural aggressions are completely expelled by the end of the workouts so that my family doesn’t have to deal with such a cantankerous me. I would suppose there is a great blessing in that.