Thursday, August 27, 2009
It's so easy to just sit back and watch the world go by. I'm an introvert by nature and I have depression; so doing nothing is perfectly fine by me. I have learned over the years that one really needs to step outside their comfort zone and live. When we make plans to go somewhere, I try to think of ways to get out of them. The strange thing is, once I get there I generally have a really good time.
The same can be said for exercise. I dread it until I start doing it. Once I'm on the elliptical, I fall into the zone and can't wait to start sweating. I do my strength training in my basement so the ride home is filled with anticipation for that to start and the occasional sabotage thought. I still dread the thought of strength training but once I start it seems to be over before I realize it.
Lately I've noticed that guilt for not working out is starting to creep into my mind. The longer I wait to start working out the more I argue with myself about whether or not I really want to do it. The simple solution is to get up, get it down and move on. This may sound like more of a chore than enjoyment but something happens during the course of my work out and I end up feeling really good while I exercise.
My husband has never complained about my weight gain, in fact he likes "a little meat" on me. Of course our definitions of "a little meat" differ. It's all well and good that I have his support through this but if I don't support myself what's the point. I'm not only working out my body but my self-esteem. Getting out there and doing these things makes me feel better about myself. Seeing the results is even better. I know in the long run my life will be healthier both physically and mentally.
That little voice in my head that keeps trying to convince me to skip a day is getting quieter each week. It's easier to fall OFF the wagon then to get back ON it. That said I plan on having a permanent seat on the wagon. I don't ever want to look at myself in the mirror again and wonder where I went.