About one month ago (26 days to be exact), I started working out for real. To be perfectly honest, it’s been years since I really dedicated myself to any regular, routine form of exercise, and it took a lot of pep-talking from my hubby and my parents to get me going. But once I got started — like with anything for me — I gave it my all. And now? I’m seven pounds lighter, standing up straighter and sleeping a bit better.
The funny thing about working out or growing into any sort of lifestyle change is that it’s a mind game. It’s a test of willpower: how long will you stick to it? When the going gets tough — and sometimes it really does for whatever reason — can you power through and defeat the demons that tease you about how out of shape you are, how fat, how tired, how sick, how hot, how sweaty, how thirsty?
The bottom line, and what these past 26 days have taught me, is that you have to be your own cheerleader. I have been going to the gym every single day — no excuses. Sometimes I really look forward to it. And other times, I more look forward to the post-workout hot shower that kneads my aching muscles. There are times when I’m on the elliptical and after 15 minutes or so, I want to quit. But I talk to myself. Out loud. I did that a lot in my first week. I tell myself I can do it; I tell myself that I’m a machine.
I have done it, and I’ll keep on keeping on. I’m proud of myself. Sure, it took me awhile to get to it, but now I’m committed. I feel like if I can win this endurance game, I can win at anything. This is me exercising (no pun intended…well, maybe a bit) more discipline and control in my life. This is me giving myself the time and space to “zone out,” to step away from my day and the 1,001 items on my task list and just…be. My movements, my breathing and my headphones are all that count.
I’m not writing this to proselytize a fitness regime. It’s important, but you have to feel it’s important. I think that all of this applies to anything you want to do in life. I know you will do it if you want to — whatever “it” may be.
But don’t take my word for it; take your own. And then, just see what mountains you climb, what rivers you cross.