When I was between home office-based gigs, I took up a gig delivering restaurant orders for a couple months. It wasn’t terrific money compared to the things I usually do, but it was better than not bringing in any money. As an added bonus, I got lots of exercise doing that kind of work. In just a couple months, I lost a noticeable amount of weight and built up my core strength to a slightly respectable level. Then I got a terrific offer to return to working from home full-time for more money, so it was a no brainer.
When I returned to working 100% from home, the first thing I said was that I didn’t want to regain a bunch of weight and get completely out of shape again. It’s only been a few weeks, but it’s already hard for me to find the energy to go to the gym (mostly because I fucking hate gyms but also because I’m tired). We have one here at our apartment complex that’s free, but I’m just not the gym type. I’ve gone once in the last few weeks.
To be fair, I have free weights at home and I’ve done exercises at home with those far more often, along with walking the dogs, so it’s not like I’m sitting on my ass 24/7. Just the majority of the day because my work is entirely computer-based, and it’s complicated stuff sometimes so my brain gets tired and saps my energy supply.
If you also do mostly desk work that gets exhausting, how do you motivate yourself to get enough exercise? Do you work out at home or venture to a gym?
I’m thinking that working out at home feels more doable to me because I can take a 15-minute break from my work at any random time to bust out some sets with the free weights, and walking the dogs is something that has to occur regularly anyway so they don’t poop in the house. Between the two, hopefully I can keep it up between now and summer.
What do you think? Do you have some great method of overcoming the tiredness and motivating yourself to actually go to the gym after work? And please, if your suggestion is to get up early and go before work, just keep that to yourself because this girl has spent nearly 35 years hating mornings and that’s never changing. Sorry, not sorry. Not even my husband dares to wake me up before I’m ready, because he’s wise.