There seems to be some sort of kiwi-fruit glut at my grocery store lately. I am totally into this. I still remember the first time I tasted kiwi-fruit. I was 11 years old, my sister and I were taken on a family trip to a cabin in the mountains, and a relative gave me a slice of this strange furry fruit. I’d never seen one before and it tasted like nothing I’d ever experienced, so sweet and juicy, it was like the most amazing candy ever. I probably spent the rest of the weekend pestering all available adults if I could eat some more kiwi fruit. We’ve been buying 10 at a time the last few weeks, and I get two in my lunch every day, sliced in half in a ziploc baggie. I keep a spoon in my desk drawer at work and scoop out the flesh for a midday snack. So delicious. So healthy!
Yesterday I got to the gym, changed, and then found I’d forgotten my headphones. I had planned to do cardio for a half hour, but I just can’t without music. I hate working out at the gym to begin with (so boring!), and without some sort of distraction those 30 minutes just weren’t going to happen. So I thought to myself, “What can I do here today that won’t bore me to death? Something with constant variation…hey, I can lift weights!”
Lifting is so good for women to do, I try to do it every week at least once and hit all the major muscle groups, but I have to admit that with my back troubles lately it has been about 5 months since I last did a full strength training routine. But the thing is…when you’ve been slacking off for a while, for some reason, the first time back you think you can just start up again where you left off.
Au contraire, my friends. This is not a good idea. I mean, you CAN, technically get in there and lift the same or close to the same weights. Just, you know, it’s probably not recommended if you want to be able to, like, dress yourself afterward..climb a set of stairs. Things like that.