No Luck With Your Aerobic Dvd?
Three years ago I purchased my first aerobics dvd, and I haven’t used it since. I don’t recall what it was called – I have since misplaced it somewhere in the far recesses of my home, and haven’t seen it in months, but I do recall a few things about it. It was bright pink, and had some grinning guy in spandex and big hair on the front cover, telling you to get thin. At that time I had thought that the aerobic dvd would motivate me to get my rear in shape, but it wasn’t to be. Instead, my brand new aerobic dvd just decided to sit in the corner, gathering dust while I sat on the couch, growing fatter and in worse shape.
My second workout video purchase was a step aerobics dvd, but it worked no better. I think I did try that aerobic dvd a couple of times, but to no avail. I just felt so ridiculous sitting there at home, undulating along with a class on film who were not even in the room with me, pretending that I was doing something that was not completely silly. I just couldn’t make it a part of my routine. I had originally planned to start each day with the aerobic dvd and a shower, but when I would get out of bed in the morning, it was the last I had the intention of doing.
I have had three of four aerobic dvds since then and, to be honest with you, not one of them has done the trick at all. It simply isn’t that enjoyable to do aerobics, by yourself, in the living room, watching your aerobic dvd on the television. Nothing really happened that got me in shape from watching the aerobic dvd. Finally, I had to do what I had been dreading all along; I had to join a gym. As soon as I began to get my exercise from aerobics classes and not an aerobic dvd, it suddenly became so much easier to stick with the program. The classes got me out of my house, and the people in them were so encouraging, that I just couldn’t help myself. Almost immediately, I was hooked on taking exercise classes to get in shape. It was like you couldn’t get me away from them. Meanwhile, every aerobic dvd I have ever owned quietly gathers dust in the house of a newer, fitter me.