Old Habits Are Hard To.....Bring Back
Mar. 16th, 2006 03:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jmfargoThis used to be fun, even though sweat was streaming down my face by the end of it, I couldn't breath, and all I kept hearing in my head were remixed 70's and 80's songs over and over again. Sure, my legs were as strong as jelly in a blender and felt like snapped rubber bands, but I would smile, grin even, and the world would be a better place.
Then I stopped doing Dance Dance Revolution. It's kind of like every other workout routine I've ever done in my life. It just fades away into obscurity for one reason or another, and all I've really done is put off the bulge, not beaten or stopped it. A pause, not an end.
So I'm back to this. I'm not grinning and happy, but that will come when I'm better at it again. My muscle memory for the songs I enjoyed the most is gone and I have to really concentrate to hit the arrows to the beat, or hit them at all. It doesn't help that the dogs go crazy because I'm hopping around all crazy like, or that MaiTai, the littler, younger, and more curious one comes over to investigate, thus making me worry that I'm going to step on her and snap her in half. But I can't blame that, I can only blame myself.
I like Dance Dance Revolution (affectionately known as DDR), and want to start doing it again. I know it's not a good work out routine, and it won't really do much for me, but it's action, and I don't get active often. Even one hour of activity a day will at least help me keep my weight in check. Healthy eating will help with the rest, and I've got enough damn kitchen toys that I should be able to come up with something healthy to eat.
I'm tired. This stuff's not easy. It'll get fun though. Eventually.
Oh, and just so you know: This post isn't about me getting into a work out cycle. I'm done with those. The next time I write about working out will be to say "Hey, I'm down to (x) pounds because I've been doing (y)!" Instead, this post is about how I wish I'd never fallen out of step with DDR. HA! Out of step! I kill me!
Yeah. That's right. Alf. I went there.
Then I stopped doing Dance Dance Revolution. It's kind of like every other workout routine I've ever done in my life. It just fades away into obscurity for one reason or another, and all I've really done is put off the bulge, not beaten or stopped it. A pause, not an end.
So I'm back to this. I'm not grinning and happy, but that will come when I'm better at it again. My muscle memory for the songs I enjoyed the most is gone and I have to really concentrate to hit the arrows to the beat, or hit them at all. It doesn't help that the dogs go crazy because I'm hopping around all crazy like, or that MaiTai, the littler, younger, and more curious one comes over to investigate, thus making me worry that I'm going to step on her and snap her in half. But I can't blame that, I can only blame myself.
I like Dance Dance Revolution (affectionately known as DDR), and want to start doing it again. I know it's not a good work out routine, and it won't really do much for me, but it's action, and I don't get active often. Even one hour of activity a day will at least help me keep my weight in check. Healthy eating will help with the rest, and I've got enough damn kitchen toys that I should be able to come up with something healthy to eat.
I'm tired. This stuff's not easy. It'll get fun though. Eventually.
Oh, and just so you know: This post isn't about me getting into a work out cycle. I'm done with those. The next time I write about working out will be to say "Hey, I'm down to (x) pounds because I've been doing (y)!" Instead, this post is about how I wish I'd never fallen out of step with DDR. HA! Out of step! I kill me!
Yeah. That's right. Alf. I went there.
