About a three months or so ago, after working out consistently for 6 months straight, I decided to take a week break from exercising. This came about because I realized I wasn’t working out at my peak anymore. It was becoming increasingly harder for me to get out of bed to exercise and when I finally crawled to my fitness room I didn’t push myself as hard as I normally would. My results stalled, my muscles hurt for longer than usual and I came to the realization that I was burned out and not really getting anything out of the workouts anymore. This is when I came to the difficult decision to take a little break.
“Progression: the process of developing or moving gradually towards a more advanced state”
My fitness journey has been a long one. I made the decision to live a fit and healthy lifestyle about six years ago and have gradually made that decision a reality. It took time to change many years of eating whatever I wanted and to scoff at the idea of working out. I stumbled many times and had to start over and many many times thought of giving up because the process was too hard, but with perseverance and motivation, I stayed steadfast and kept moving forward with my journey.
Selfish—adjective–(of a person, action, or motive) lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one’s own personal profit or pleasure.
My husband and I have been married for seven glorious years. I would like to believe we are soul mates, if that is something that exists. We have the same goals for our future and we have so much in common that it’s weird. The one thing we do not have in common is exercise. When I wake up at 4 a.m to workout, he remains blissfully asleep. When I leave at 6 a.m. on Saturdays to go running, he kisses me good-bye, gives me a hug and wishes me good luck. I could easily lose motivation and give up on working out, after all it is way more fun and motivational to exercise with a partner than by yourself. But my motivation for being fit is greater than that, so I decide to be selfish.
I have always had a love/hate relationship with my body. In my teens and 20s when I was at my skinniest, I was insecure about being too skinny. This wasn’t helped by the fact that I was teased constantly about being too thin. I was 5ft 6ins tall and weighed 101 lbs and all I wanted at that time was to gain some weight. I remember being about 23 and going to McDonald’s everyday for an extra thick vanilla milk shake and a Big Mac with fries. I would get cans of Ensure from the grocery stores and drink those everyday for breakfast because someone told me that it would help me gain weight. Of course looking back now, I realize how silly I was and wish I had left well enough alone. Continue reading “If I could just cut it off…”
I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be able to refer to myself as a runner. I was never the athletic type and I hated sweating. I would watch runners as I drove by in my car and wonder if they were crazy. What would possess someone to run if they weren’t being chased by a pack of wild dogs.
Well here we are, years later and I am proud to call myself a runner. I started of small. Once I could actually run 3 miles without stopping or needing resuscitation I decided to sign up for a 5K (3.1 miles) race. The first one I ever did was the Super Mom 5K hosted by The Darcy J Foundation here in Orlando. This was in 2014. I remember being so nervous because I had never run an official race before. My finish time was 40 mins. Yay me!
You may ask, why run an official race, why not just go for a morning jog. Well any runner will tell you that it isn’t official in your mind until you receive that completion medal and so you sign up for your 1st race and then your 2nd and 3rd each time pushing your limits further and further with the goal to beat your last finish time. I did four 5K races and one 10K race (6.2 miles) and then decided to see if I could run a Half Marathon (13.1 miles). Continue reading “Just keep running, running, running…Training for a Half Marathon”
We have all had this fight within ourselves, your mind is telling you no and your body is telling you yes or your mind is telling you yes and your body is telling you heck no. This is especially true during a workout. I don’t know that anyone particularly loves working out, for the most part we do it because we are trying to accomplish a goal or because we have to do what we have to do to be fit and healthy. This is where your motivation for being healthy comes into play. Without that motivation whatever part of you, be it mind or body, that is telling you no will surely win. Continue reading “Mind over Matter”