It's been awhile since I've had time to sit down and think, but, today, I'm making time. I need to say this for me as much as anyone reading.
Living a healthy lifestyle is amazing. One thing that I've added to my life is consistent exercise via the gym. I have my little areas that I purposely go there to work on and for me, I have to go to the gym in order to get it done. Most days, I love it. I love looking back a couple of weeks later and seeing results. I love being able to slip into those smaller clothes and just feeling the endorphins pumping through my blood stream.
First, let me back up and explain that I have refused to go to the gym for YEARS. In fact, okay, there was one point that I did go to a YMCA. But, I think I was under the age of 13. So, when I decided that I was going to the gym, it was a pretty big deal. My fabulous husband struggles to gain weight while over the years, I have certainly found his share and then some. He was already going to the gym without me. I decided enough was enough and I was ready.
I started my little routine while he spent hours researching his own routine. My body has been under major transformation over the last several months. I feed my body premium nutrients and vitamins, eat a higher protein diet and have been incorporate an active lifestyle. I wasn't able to do this before I filled my nutritional gaps. And, it's really been working well for me. Off to the gym I went and I started out slow. Then, I started going by myself and really pushing myself at the gym. It was fantastic. I felt accomplished and my body was showing amazing results, including muscle definition I've never seen.
I really kicked it into gear at the gym in about mid-August.
Fast forward to me taking a temporary seasonal job. I started working 10-12 hours a day, seven days a week. SCREEEEEEEEEECH. There went my time to work out. I've just wrapped up that and made it to the gym twice in about two months until this last week. So, the first work out was great. Endorphin overload. Proud of myself. I had been complaining during this time that I couldn't WAIT to get back to my normally scheduled program of hitting the gym for about 90 minutes, at least 5 times a week. Mmhmm. It sounds really fabulous in theory. Right? You go in there and rock it out and just pick up where you left off. Wrong. So wrong. Realistically, I knew better, but, in my altered state of reality, I was just going in and going to kick some butt. Yup, you know who's butt got kicked? Mine.
You pick up and you do it again with more realistic expectations. I also had the hubs with me, so, it made me be more accountable. Today, I'm home by myself and I'm awake and thinking, "I should really go to the gym." Yes, I was thinking it. Several time actually. I reached out to my accountability partner and she said, "GET UP AND GO." Well, I don't argue with her because she's my accountability partner. She's supposed to say those things. Of course, that doesn't mean that I have to like it. I so did not want to go. NO. NO. NO. In fact, I sent her a not very nice picture that expressed my real opinion on going in. But, guess what I did? I threw on the workout clothes, laced up my shoes and went.
I'm totally faking this excitement. In my mind, I'm screaming, NO NO NO.
No, seriously.
I definitely didn't want to go and I didn't want to be there. I normally mix it with weight training and the 5K loop on the treadmill. One day, I'll start with one and the next day, I'll start with the other. Keep the body unable to expect what is coming. Today was a treadmill day. I LOVE the treadmill. I don't know if the people behind me love me on the treadmill because I am a certified "treadmill dancer." I'm plugged into my music and my hands are flying, the booty shaking, swinging hips and yes, there may be an occasional fist pump when I forget where I am. I often laugh at myself while on the treadmill. Why do it if it isn't fun? Right? Well, it was the next part that was a challenge.
My treadmill really loves me. See how encouraging it is!
I have started tracking my progress on log sheets. I've become one of "those" people that has a clipboard at the gym. I kind of hate myself for that. Those are the people that I would laugh at. And, that has become me. In fact, I've spent many minutes waiting for my hubs to be ready to go to the gym because he was planning and tracking his workout. I used to track my routine in my phone because it was the same set of reps, weight, etc daily. Now that I'm reintroducing my body to its old routine, I stick to the logic that I do as much as I feel comfortable doing.
Again, faking that enthusiasm to be doing leg presses!
But, look at my pretty clipboard.
Normally, my routine involves about 4 different machines and that 5K loop. Today, I just couldn't finish it. No WAY. Okay, maybe I could have. But, in actuality, it would have delayed my progress in getting my butt up tomorrow and going. I wanted to cry. I was disappointed in me. I could have pushed harder, but, emotionally and probably physically, I'm not ready. I have to accept that I DO have limits and I can't just take 8 weeks off and expect to have the same stamina and the same performance I did. I could have just sloppily pushed through my machine I was on and not paid any attention to my form just to put a check mark on my stupid sheet of paper. I could have hit that last machine which is actually my favorite, right up there with my loving treadmill that always tells me I'm awesome. I didn't. I pushed one more, correctly formed, set out on my machine and wiped it down and walked away.
The decision ... do I go or do I stay?
How do I feel now? The teary, upset me knows logically, I made the right decision. And, emotionally, I know I made the right decision. I still have those endorphins pumping in my blood stream and I showed up today, even though, I didn't want to do it. I may not have had my strongest day or the most reps or even close to where life interrupted by a need for some extra cash. But, I know in my heart, I gave it what I had to give. The important thing is that I showed up and showed out. Tomorrow? We start new. It may be another day that I struggle with the balance between what is healthy for my body and what is healthy for my mind, but, I'm sure that I won't regret what I was able to accomplish.







