I’ve never been one to enjoy exercising much. In fact, for most of my life, I hated being physically active. Of course, being overweight always makes it harder, but I never really saw exercise as fun.
Over the past few months I’ve become more serious about swimming for exercise. I love swimming because I’m already a fairly buoyant person, I don’t sweat when I swim (and I HATE sweating), and it’s a zero-impact activity, which is important for someone who already puts a lot of pressure on her joints simply by walking around. On top of that, it burns LOTS of calories because it’s a full body workout. It’s 100% resistance and you work all your muscle groups.
I’ve been pushing myself to swim longer and go farther. I’ve gone up to 2.55 miles at a stretch, and my goal for the end of this month is to do a 3 mile swim. That’s pretty amazing to me, especially since last summer just doing one mile felt like a major accomplishment, and now that’s just a normal workout.
And all this sounds great, right? Like I’m doing what I should to get healthy? Yes, that’s true, BUT it feeds my addiction. Sometimes as I’m swimming, I’m thinking, “The longer I swim, the more I’ll get to eat later.” If I’m not careful, I’ll burn 2,000 calories during a 2-hour swim, only to eat them all at 9:00 at night when I’m bored instead of hungry. That’s not healthy, that’s enabling.
The thing I need to get better at is eating enough to meet the actual physical need, and then stop, no matter what my calorie counter says I have left.