Sad housewifey attempts fitness

The gym class I take regularly continues to school me. Usually, I stand in the corner, out of the frame of the mirror. Today, I somehow found myself in the center, in full view of myself. *bleah*

I like the warm up. Lunges, squats, swinging arms, all set to loud, fast music. My brain fog clears up and I’m pleased with myself for just making it in. Bar= very low.

This is a plank.

And that’s the first ten minutes.

Then, the teacher gets into whatever series of calisthenics she does, and there’s an inverse ratio between my stamina and the vigorousness of the sets. I’m still the only one who stops before any set is complete.

I’ve done all I can to set myself up for success, by selecting the lightest weights (two pounds) and the thinnest bands (peach color). When she gives us the option of increasing the difficulty by, say, adding a jump at the end of something, I don’t. I know my limits.

I’ve gone enough times that she knows my name and today, called out to me not one, not two, but three times, “Come on, Diane, you can do it!”

Oh, I can. Might not be today, though.

We’re doing some arm raises and side stretches, and I can see my short T-shirt lifting up to reveal a white, soft mid-section. Note to self: Nobody wants to see that; wear longer shirt next time.

By the time we reach the end of class and we’re cooling down, my hair has fallen out of the ponytail and is hanging in my face, my eyes, clinging to my perspiring brow. Everything is disheveled.

This is after a series of planks!

I am done, so done. At least I’ll be able to sleep tonight, I remind myself.

My friend Wendy encouraged me. “You’re getting better since you started,” she said. That vibrated in my head for a long time after.

I can do this. I can do this. Slow, but I can do this.

One day, I’m going to look a little more like our teacher and a little less like me. She’s all grace and elegance. I’m just sweat and struggle.

For now. *sigh*

Diane Ako

Peace of mind By Diane Ako I like to reflect on life. Sometimes it’s philosophically. Sometimes it’s humorously. For all its beauty, life is far too difficult a journey to take alone. You need the support and connection with others to help carry you along the way. Writing brings me that connection– within and without. It clarifies my thoughts and feelings. It helps me reach out to others for advice, wisdom, or feedback. Your thoughts become your actions. Your actions become you. A wise yogi- Patanjali- said, “Speak what is true. Speak what is pleasant.” Let’s speak of things pleasant to one another and seek some peace of mind along the way. ABOUT Diane Ako joined Hawaii: In Real Life in October 2016. She likes being part of a community of local bloggers – people who like writing and sharing, like she does. Ako is an anchor/ reporter at Island News (KITV4 – ABC) in Honolulu. She previously anchored and reported at KHON2 (FOX) and KHNL (NBC), and at stations in California, New Mexico, and Pennsylvania, In between news jobs, in 2017, she launched and ran her own p.r. company, Diane Ako PR. From 2010-2014, she headed the public relations department at Halekulani Corporation, which oversees luxury resort Halekulani and boutique hotel Waikiki Parc. She’s been blogging since 2009 – before Hawaii: IRL, she wrote for The Honolulu Star-Advertiser, the state’s largest daily newspaper, where her stories garnered a dozen journalism awards and an Emmy nomination. Ako has a BA in Communications from Menlo College and an MA in Political Science from University of Hawaii at Manoa. One day, she might figure out how to put that master’s degree to use.

One thought on “Sad housewifey attempts fitness

  • February 20, 2017 at 8:25 am
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    Hi Diane,
    You are doing great! Don’t give up! Everyone started that way.

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