Then fast forward to October 31st, 2011. The day that I decided it was time to get my ass in gear. The day that I got my gym membership. The day that changed my life in more ways than I could have ever imagined.
I originally started working out to lose weight. Because I had to. I was tired of being fat, and I knew that fitness was going to get me to where I wanted to be. Food plays a big role as well, but I have done plenty of bitching about food on this blog, today is about fitness.
So when I started, the only thing that was motivating my work outs was getting the fat to melt off. Which it did not do. My weight loss journey has been very slowwwww. Which is okay because I think it means that the weight will stay off.
Anyway, in the beginning I still did not like working out. It wasn't until I found some fitness classes with awesome instructors that I kinda started to like fitness. And still, I only moderately liked these classes. I would still have preferred to be sitting on my couch. These classes were just more fun than the elliptical so I continued to go.
Anyway, in the beginning I still did not like working out. It wasn't until I found some fitness classes with awesome instructors that I kinda started to like fitness. And still, I only moderately liked these classes. I would still have preferred to be sitting on my couch. These classes were just more fun than the elliptical so I continued to go.
Then something started to happen. My endurance started to go up. The classes that once were so challenging were becoming doable. I could physically feel myself getting stronger. And I liked it. I started craving these classes. I wanted to attend them. And with every class I was becoming more and more inspired by the instructors that were pushing me past my limits.
When I started working out I could only complete 8 push-ups, on my knees. I could only do 1 on my toes. And even that 1 push-up was a challenge.
I have an instructor who insists that the class does push-ups on toes. She truly believes that everyone is capable. I used to think that she was full of shit. But I tried and tried to do push-ups on my toes and not my knees.
Then one day I was working out on my own, and I was able to bust out 10 push-ups on my toes. And that is the moment when I realized that I loved fitness. That was the moment that I was finally inspired with myself. Yes, the instructor is the only reason that I even tried to do push-ups on my toes, but I am the one that did them. I am the one who built up my strength. I am the one who can now do tons of push-ups on my toes and not even give it a second thought.
That is why I love fitness. Because with every passing day, my body is changing. I have not lost a pound in nearly 8 months. Not one. But I continue to work out because I love it. Because I am constantly challenging myself. I am constantly in competition with myself. And even though my weight is currently in a plateau, I know my body is changing.
Now don't get me wrong, there are some days when I would rather lick a toilet than go to the gym. Seriously.
Some days I am not in the mind set for the gym, but I go anyway. And every once in awhile, if I am lucky, something completely amazing happens. I start my work out and suddenly I stop looking at the clock. I lose track of time, and I am in my own world. I am unaware of the people that are around me, and I am captivated by my work out. I am completely connected to every single set, and rep that I am doing.
Then suddenly 2 hours have passed and I leave the gym feeling strong, proud, and happy. This is why I love fitness. I have found nothing else in this entire world that makes me feel this way. That makes me feel confident, and humble at the same time. That makes me feel like I can accomplish anything I set my mind to. That is why I love fitness.
Not only has fitness changed my body, it has changed my mind. In the last year I have become much more optimistic. I feel happy more often, and I don't feel the need to compare myself to others. This is my journey. My life. My work out. And I am completely thankful that I have found such a love for fitness!
That is why I love fitness. Because with every passing day, my body is changing. I have not lost a pound in nearly 8 months. Not one. But I continue to work out because I love it. Because I am constantly challenging myself. I am constantly in competition with myself. And even though my weight is currently in a plateau, I know my body is changing.
Now don't get me wrong, there are some days when I would rather lick a toilet than go to the gym. Seriously.
Some days I am not in the mind set for the gym, but I go anyway. And every once in awhile, if I am lucky, something completely amazing happens. I start my work out and suddenly I stop looking at the clock. I lose track of time, and I am in my own world. I am unaware of the people that are around me, and I am captivated by my work out. I am completely connected to every single set, and rep that I am doing.
Then suddenly 2 hours have passed and I leave the gym feeling strong, proud, and happy. This is why I love fitness. I have found nothing else in this entire world that makes me feel this way. That makes me feel confident, and humble at the same time. That makes me feel like I can accomplish anything I set my mind to. That is why I love fitness.
Not only has fitness changed my body, it has changed my mind. In the last year I have become much more optimistic. I feel happy more often, and I don't feel the need to compare myself to others. This is my journey. My life. My work out. And I am completely thankful that I have found such a love for fitness!
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