I have a problem.
(Well, I have many problems, but this is just one I’m choosing to highlight today.)
I think I may be a Serial Fitness Groupon Hoarder.
I don’t think I need to explain how Groupon (or Living Social, Deal Pop, etc.) works, do I? Basically, my in-box is flooded every morning with daily deals, and most of the time, I delete them without even looking. I know right away if the deal is something I want, and if it is, I do thoughtfully evaluate my likelihood to use it. If it’s for a restaurant we already love, I’m gonna buy it. If it’s for some service I’m already thinking about getting, I’m gonna buy it. But mostly, I pass up all the spa treatments, all the reduced price memberships, all the crap I just don’t need.
Except. I have a hard time passing up all the fitness deals. Currently, I have vouchers for five yoga classes, four NIA classes, and one two-hour trapeze session. One of yesterday’s deals was three one-hour boot camp sessions, and as I read the fine print and clicked the various links to learn more, I realized I may have a problem much greater than just buying too many Groupons.
See, I’ve been saying for months now that I need to start working out. For about a week, I was really gung ho on becoming a runner, and I wrote about how I’d started the popular Couch to 5K program. But then I realized after three (?) runs that running is just … not for me. So then I thought, maybe instead I’ll walk every night, and not just a casual stroll with the stroller. I’d actually put on my workout clothes and sneakers, and walk until I broke a sweat. Um, that didn’t happen, either. I’ve considered joining a gym — I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked our local YMCA’s group fitness schedule and pricing structure — but our finances are just too tight right now, and I couldn’t envision when I’d actually go. In the evenings, after Rowan went to bed? Very early in the mornings before he woke up? No.
I’ve lamented to Roth for months about how unhappy I am with my current body and how out-of-shape I feel, suggesting that perhaps, we could figure out some sort of fitness routine we could do together. But, he hasn’t taken my bait. He just says, “I know, you keep telling me that. Do something about it.” I suppose all my prodding was in the hopes HE’D be the one to get my butt up off the couch. I know better, though. If I’m going to get in shape, I have to be the one to do it. I have to make the change in my own life. (Perhaps it’ll inspire him to do the same?) And I can’t sit around waiting for someone else to motivate me.
Lack of finances, lack of motivation — those are just excuses I’ve made for myself. It doesn’t cost anything to work out, if I really want to work out. No one, but myself, is holding me back. The stockpiling of fitness coupons, those are all just symbolic of my intentions. I totally intend to run a 5K/take up cycling/go to yoga/become a tap dancer/join a circus, but intentions are meaningless if they’re wasted. (And not to mention, a waste of money, if I don’t actually use the pre-paid vouchers. I think that’s precisely how these deal-a-day sites work. I’m sure businesses count on a certain percentage of customers just like me who intend to cash them in, but never do, and that’s how it works out for them, from a financial standpoint.)
I know for a fact that I just feel better when I regularly work out. I often think about the early part of 2005, when I became obsessed with spin cycling. I would take classes five days a week, and in a matter of a couple of months, I’d shed 20 pounds without doing anything else. (Also, I was highly motivated by my upcoming wedding.) I felt amazing. I looked amazing. I keep thinking I just need to do that again. But then, I’m not the same girl I was in 2005, before I got married, moved to Seattle, and had a kid. The thought that continually runs through my head is, I need to find a new Thing that makes me feel good, be it brisk walking, hot yoga, Zumba, heck, even water aerobics could be fun.
I think that’s why I’m drawn to buying up as many fitness coupons I can, in the hopes I’ll find that one thing. But, I’m scared I’ll just keeping making excuses, and the intentions will just keep piling up. How do I break the cycle?