“They have one of those in the back.” Most gyms have rowing machines. It’s just they’re hidden in plain sight because they’re not glamorous devices. Running is sexy. Rowing is… not. One treadmiller had rested his backpack on the sole rower at this one gym, and when I motioned that I wanted to use it, while courteous, he seemed surprised that someone was going to use it. See, I don’t like rowing being my secret.
“Don’t burn out again on binging.” My ideal days are spent holed up at home. I might row or clean, otherwise, I’m the most content at my computer the whole day. Years ago, I’d indulge a little throughout the day, and find myself numb by the end of the day, having accomplished nothing. In this first of an occasional series, written during those days, let’s dig into this in more detail. Hi, I’m an addict.
It starts small. I’ve been eating more and exercising less. I started including a second scoop of peanut butter in my oatmeal, so now I have a one scoop limit. I’m planning to row for longer sets again. I’ve been ordering the healthier items on menus, and now intend to be more picky with removing the unhealthier bits; I didn’t eat the mayo-drenched shredded lettuce and bun on a fish sandwich this evening, for example.