I used to be right there with you. Used to be. Some days I still am right there, but mostly now I look forward to exercise.
How did that happen? I have no idea, other than I just love the results and how it feels when I’m done!
You see, about five and a half years ago, I was what you would call a couch potato. I came home from work and sat on the couch. As much as possible. And I rarely got off the couch. Until it was time for bed.
One day, while eating junk food and watching The Biggest Loser, I realized that what I was doing was killing myself. I wasn’t prepared to feel so overwhelmed.
It was time to make a change.
No, it wasn’t that simple, but it wasn’t much more complicated.
I knew I had to make some changes. I wasn’t truly prepared for the journey ahead that it would require to get healthy, but I knew it was something I had to do before it was too late.
I wasn’t prepared to change my eating habits at that point, but I figured if I could start to move more, I could see some changes. So I started running. Yeah, running. What the heck? I don’t run! Unless someone is chasing me with a knife (which thankfully has never happened) I don’t run.
Well, I didn’t run. Until I just sucked it up and started. It took a while, but one day I realized I actually loved running. Running was a time for me to work through the problems of the universe. Time to pray and listen to God, or just to lose myself in a good song for a time. When I ran I felt powerful, felt like there was nothing I couldn’t handle. Running made me so much stronger, physically AND mentally.
I was a runner. And I wanted more.
I started to crave the physical exertion it took to run and wanted to challenge myself in different ways. I did P90X, yes, that crazy extreme program you see on the info-mercials. It’s extreme. I love it. I am in love with the results it gives, the discipline it takes, the community I’ve found in my Team Beachbody family.
I no longer want to cry when I think about exercise.
I don’t really know when or how my mind was changed, I just know it did. I had to lace up the shoes, throw on the clothes and just do it. Every day. Yes, every single day. Now, this far into my journey, I am able to take a day or two off when my body is hurting or over-tired or whatever, but I’m back on the schedule as soon as possible. It’s about being smart and not hurting myself. But I also have to keep on pushing, moving forward, working out to make my body as strong as possible.
Exercise doesn’t make me want to cry anymore. I know you might not be there yet, but you can. Believe me, you can.