Momentum is a weird thing. Get moving in a positive direction and it’s your best friend. Start down a bad path, and it’s your worst enemy.
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Momentum is a weird thing. Get moving in a positive direction and it’s your best friend. Start down a bad path, and it’s your worst enemy.
I lost two pounds! And more importantly I’m feeling more positive about working out again.
Instead of continuing the pity party I started yesterday, I woke up this morning with fresh perspective and decided to figure out a way to reinvigorate my exercise routine. I quickly realized this meant I had to do something I’ve been putting off for more than two years—take a class at Yoga Studio 43.
Damn, I’m getting discouraged. So much so, I’ve been considering dropping this entire deal and burying my head in a bag of movie theater popcorn.
This week was very tough. I managed to get to the gym consistently, but we’re in the last push of the boys’ baseball season, so our entire week revolved around the ball park.
I’d be lying if I said this was getting even a little bit easier. Every day is a struggle to get out of bed to drag myself to the gym. The difference this time— I’m doing it.
The scheduling gods hate me and my plans to keep making progress. Jason is going into work earlier and earlier all the time and working the weekends too. I’ve managed to still get 4 workouts in this week, but it’s not been without challenges.
I didn’t play team sports as a kid. I didn’t really play any sports, except in PE class, which caused me so much anxiety I frequently vomited on my way to the gymnasium. Don’t get me wrong, I was a physically active kid, spending most of my days outside.
Always looking for excuses to not workout, any other time in my life I would have not gone to the gym those four days. Instead, knowing many of you are checking in for my progress kept me accountable and I got my ass moving. Thank you for keeping me honest.
By week two, the newness wears off and the real challenge begins. Inevitably life flairs up and presents potential excuses to avoid working out and make poor food choices. Before I know all progress is lost and I’ve given up even trying.
Last week was the kickoff of my new eating and exercise habits, so I was struggling to find an appropriate lunch. As Ollie and I were prepping for our excursion, he rolled his tween eyeballs as I settled on a lunch that would make any 74 year old man proud—a packet of tuna, 2 hard boiled eggs and beets.
Over the last 7 days I’ve been overwhelmed with the response. Friends, family, acquaintances and strangers alike have shared similar struggles, offered words of encouragement and complimented my bravery.
