So here's what happened to me today:
My blood pressure is high. I had to go to my OBGYN today for a different issue, and he confirmed that my blood pressure was high, as it had been in October when I last saw him. The conversation quickly got a little awkward, since I take it he's not used to seeing someone who doesn't get her jollies running marathons ... and since he's a boy and doesn't have the lazy gene:
- "Wendy, are you getting much exercise?"
- "No, not really. OK, none at all, actually."
- "None?"
- "None. I don't have time!"
- Silence, along with a stern peering from over his glasses.
- "I know, I know. I need to do something."
But really ... I get up at 5ish every morning, spend 9 hours or so working at an office or on the road, get home around 6ish and cook dinner. OK ... maybe cook is a bit of an overstatement, but we eat around 6:30, then clean the kitchen, then Blair's bath time, then 30 minutes of TV-family-snuggle time, then bed for her. It's usually 9:00 by the time I leave her room, and I am wiped out. Seriously ... show me how to fit in 30 minutes to an hour of exercise!?!?!?!?!
I know that I need a serious attitude adjustment, and I know how bad for my health it is that I don't exercise, and I know that my behind will soon require its own zip code, but I HATE EXERCISE. There. I said it. For women everywhere. I'm also not a big fan of veggies. So there!
