Yesterday marked my first day back to the gym in…well, let’s just say it’s been a long time.
I wandered over to my local Goodlife gym on Monday to start getting my flab into tip-top shape. I actually like my gym because they have a women’s only workout area. It’s not that I dislike working out in front of men; I just find working out in the women’s area slightly less intimidating. I say slightly because there are some honest-to-God, fantastically fit women at my gym. I used to look at these women and think “I will never look like that.” However, yesterday all I could think was “I can’t wait to look like that!” That thought was immediately followed by “Crap, what do I need to do to look like that?”
Working out has always been difficult for me, basically because I’m impatient. I want to see results and I want to see them quickly, and when I don’t, I start to get discouraged. I have PROMISED myself that I’m not going to do that this time. Rather than be dependent on the results, I’m want to focus on the process. Exercise has SO MANY other benefits besides weight loss:
- more energy
- better mental clarity
- increase in endorphins (yay happy feelings!)
- boost self-confidence
- better sleep
- better sex life (um, yes please!)
When I look at that list I think “Why wouldn’t I want to exercise?” I have three words for you peeps:
IT’S FREAKIN’ HARD!! (and “freakin’” was not my first word choice by the way 😉 )
Exercising as an overweight person sucks. It might even suck as a fit person, I don’t know, I’ve never really been fit, but I doubt it does. Having to lug weights around on top of the body weight I already carry is exhausting. But enough of my complaining! What are we going to do about it!??
SUCK IT UP! Yes, it’s hard, and yes I was tired when it was over. But you know what? It was a good tired (as my brother says). I had this fantastic sense of accomplishment when I was finished. I cam home, showered, and headed to bed feeling quite proud of myself!
My brother and I have talked about how I feel when I overeat. To remember that awful, hideous feeling the next time I feel like stuffing my face in the hopes that it will remind me that if I over indulge I am sure to feel like crap. I’m going to do the same with the feeling I get after I go to the gym. Remembering—on those days when I am feeling lazy and don’t want to go workout—how amazing and accomplished I’ll feel when I’ve gone out there and worked towards what I want. Take that fat.