Mother Nature's a peach when it comes to summer fun but when it comes to women and fitness, she's got an ax to grind.
It's not that I don't like a challenge but this road from zero to fit is one I am all too familiar with. You'd think I would have credits in the fitness bank for 10 years of Army early morning PT, 2 separate year long sessions with a personal trainer and the best of intentions.
The best of intentions in the world can't counter a loaf of crusty Italian bread and a stick a salty butter. It's amazing how many calories a person can eat in a day. Thanks to My Fitness Pal I saw the cold hard truth about I can blow by my entire daily allowance by lunch time without even trying hard.
If I stop exercising for a bit there's no crossing go, no collecting $100 and no benefit of the doubt on my way to easy street. There's only another muscle aching, strength building, personally challenging session of CrossFit where I am confronted with accountability. I love it and I'd choose to do it even if I didn't have to.
But I don't have a choice. I have to exercise regularly. Why? In the battle against the natural aging process, the odds are stacked against me.
But they don't have to be. Why won't Mother Nature just pony up and give us girls this one in return for our child-bearing years? She's a woman. She has influence. I sure wished she'd wield it more often.