“Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios” from Almodovar is more like me at this moment in time. I’m near the wrong side of my thirties and haven’t been exercising for a few months for I figured that paying for gym was healthy enough right? I have found my long lost love for marshmallows in the microwave and COKE not the ZERO COKE but the red sugary one. I guess I could blame it on anxiety but the truth is that I have been too lazy to contemplate exercise. I am back then, Monday I went to a step class into which I fell on my bottom but got up with all the grace I could master and continued to a body pump class, funny enough I have spent two days resembling a limping robot when I walk. The lactic acid in my muscles did not allow me to go down the stairs without the noises to accompany from “huu ouch f… han ouchy” or just a scream of pain much less up the stairs. By the end of day yesterday my husband and daughter were both on the verge of “HARAKIRY”. Needless to say I went to the gym today and did double the weights from Monday and ran. Summer will come and no, I do not intend to become a triathlon champion but I intend to feel good inside this lovely temple of mine for I have to live with it. I wish I could eat whatever I wanted and be really skinny blaming on my super fast metabolism and say things like “I have always tried to gain weight but it is impossible” or “I never exercised and I am a chocaholic but my weight is always the same. I am just lucky” but instead I am human and normal so I can say that if my body is in good shape is thanks to hard work and starvation denial mode.
My compulsive behaviour unfortunately won’t allow me to do things in equilibrium so now I am determined to gym it and I will do it until I get into some other kind of trip.
Note to self or MOTO of the season is
mens sana in corpore sano
The phrase comes from Satire X of the Roman poet Juvenal (10.356). It is the first in a list of what is desirable in life:
|English translation:You should pray for a healthy mind in a healthy body. Ask for a stout heart that has no fear of death, and deems length of days the least of Nature’s gifts that can endure any kind of toil, that knows neither wrath nor desire and thinks the woes and hard labors of Hercules better than the loves and banquets and downy cushions of Sardanapalus. What I commend to you, you can give to yourself; For assuredly, the only road to a life of peace is virtue.|
|In original Latin:orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano. fortem posce animum mortis terrore carentem, qui spatium vitae extremum inter munera ponat naturae, qui ferre queat quoscum que labores, nesciat irasci, cupiat nihil et potiores Herculis aerumnas credat saevosque labores et venere et cenis et pluma Sardanapalli. monstro quod ipse tibi possis dare; semita certe tranquillae per virtutem patet unica vitae. —Roman poet Juvenal (10.356-64)|