Get Your Badonka-Donk in Gear!

This is the sign that greeted me at my Y this morning when I went to work out. I almost drove into a tree reading it, I was laughing so hard. I really appreciate the humor and the sentiment. A few days ago, my Facebook status was a quote from Bill Maher ~”A recent Duke University study showed that exercise is just as effective a cure for depression as Paxil and Zoloft. So ask your doctor if getting off your ass is right for you.” Genius.

Ahhh…EXERCISE…it’s the cheapest and easiest thing you can do to improve your health, but it’s always met with such resistance. Personally, it’s the first thing I let go of when I get busy. I don’t love it. If I could be healthy without it, my badonka-donk would be playing with the baby or watching The Deadliest Catch marathons (yup, my new favorite show – I love the crabby men of the Bering Sea). I was just lamenting the fact that I only made it to the Y twice this week (in a “normal” week, I work out four times, and if I’m truly on top of my game, I can get in five or six workouts). And I have a million great excuses: the baby was sleeping, the weather was terrible, I had a morning appointment, I had a lot of work to do, I needed to go grocery shopping, I didn’t have any clean socks, my IPod was out of juice, my curiosity was piqued, my moral compass was pointing northwest instead of true north. My best one: I’m sore from going yesterday, so I’ll go tomorrow. Tomorrow always seems to be three days later in that scenario.

The ironic thing is that when I’m actually working out, I feel fantastic. Moving my body makes me feel strong and capable – and not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Those endorphins start pumping and I feel joyful. When I’m in the middle of it – I love it! Yet every morning I wage the same internal battle about getting up and getting my badonka-donk out of bed. If I win that war and make it to the gym, I often end up in a great mood, being more productive and getting more accomplished than if I sleep in an extra hour. Why is that? How does exercise make it possible to get more done in less time? And knowing that it does, why is it such a fight to work-out everyday? Ahh – the classic conundrum of the right thing v. the easy thing. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about life (and taking better care of myself) it’s that doing the right thing always pays off in the end. And speaking of ends…wait til you see my ever-shrinking bodonka-donk donk!

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