“My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She’s ninety-seven now, and we don’t know where the heck she is.”
― Ellen DeGeneres
Whenever I go home to visit my family in Russia, it is a tradition that I put on ten pounds. You know how sometimes you look at infant babies, and wish you still had their lifestyle? Here is the thing, when I’m at home in Russia… that is exactly how I live. For those three months, my mind is completely free of any worry or responsibilities. It’s quiet terrible, but at the same time I can not think of a more awesome way to spend my summer. So, of course, it’s no surprise that laying around on a couch for days at a time does nothing good to my figure.
I wish I could say that when I return to the States, all of this changes, and I eat healthy food like avocados, whole-wheat bread, and almonds. Actually, scratch that… I do eat avocados…If avocados in the form of guacamole on my burrito count. I swear to you, every day since I arrived back in North Carolina on August 16th, I have consumed some sort of fast food. I have managed to conquer everything from Firehouse Subs AND Subway, to McDonald’s, Burger King, and Chick-Fil-A.
I eventually started to grow tired, and sick (unsurprisingly), from this routine. A few days ago, a good friend of mine mentioned that she was looking for an exercise buddy. “Perfect,” I said to myself, “This will be great motivation!” And I was very excited to start the very first day (which was yesterday)!
We missed the dance class because I took too long picking out a cute athletic outfit — I promise this is important, because I read online that looking good can help you feel excited about working out! Anyway, our only option was the yoga class, which I figured would be nice, starting out slow and all. NOT! Movies lie! Yoga is not about sitting cross-legged and humming! I kept staring at the clock, counting by minutes until it ended. Women who were three times my age could do the most amazing poses, while it took everything in me not to slip and fall two minutes into the class. To say the least — humiliating!
The worst part is that I woke up this morning thinking that I had worked so hard the evening before, I must already look like Beyonce! I was a little disappointed to see that this was not exactly the case. Staring back at me in the mirror was still the same old Indira…
Today, when five o’clock rolled around, and my friend texted me, “I’m here!”, I considered pretending that I fell asleep and turning my phone off. Consequences of lying? Eh, I’d deal with those later! The most important thing for me at that moment was to stay under my covers and in my bed. But then I got scared I’d go to hell for lying, so I made myself get up and get dressed.
It was a beautiful day to hike a trail, and we had a great time doing that. Of course, after I finished, I felt proud of myself for not being lazy and exercising.
I’m hoping tomorrow will be less challenging, however I know that those ten pounds will only come off if I work for it. I learned long ago that even those beautiful celebrities have to work hard to look great. I’m certainly no different.
Tomorrow, the plan is to not only exercise, but lay off the nacho chips, and have a salad for lunch instead. Hey, baby steps! And I’ll keep going until one morning I wake up and realize… I look like Beyonce!
Is anyone else struggling with those few extra pounds? I’d love to hear about it in the comments below!