Monday, May 07, 2018
I lack motivation. Well, I lie. I am motivated mentally to do great things, but my brain often bites off more than my body is willing to chew. I want to work out, but when I get home from work and sit down to remove my shoes it all goes downhill from there. It's much more palatable to surf Pinterest looking for mental motivation than to trudge upstairs, sling on some workout gear, trudge back downstairs, and actually work out.
One of my struggles is getting out of bed when my alarm goes off. I get to bed on time, I get plenty of sleep... and thanks to Lexapro before bed I sleep like the dead. I'm thinking I'm going to need to take it at dinner time so I'm not so groggy when morning arrives. I set my alarm in multiples because I know I'll sleep through at least the first one. I always stop at the gas station for coffee because by the time I get there I'm literally slapping myself to stay awake. When I get home I just want to nap. I'm not in pain, I'm not mentally exhausted... I am physically done.
I came across this story about how The Rock had an alarm app developed where there are no snooze alarms, and you wake to him telling you to get your butt out of bed and get moving, which honestly sounds amusing but I am very, very particular about the sounds I wake to. I use my phone and not an actual alarm clock because the shrill beeping causes a very PTSD-like reaction in me and throws off my entire day. The sound makes me irrationally angry and I hulk out at everyone... with my phone I can wake to a song, which is far more delightful. I'd much rather wake up to the opening riff of AC/DC's Rock & Roll Ain't Noise Pollution than ringing or beeping anyday. *grin* Anyway, I read some articles about people using the app; one said it was cool but not for them, another liked it but wished some things got updated on the regular. This led to me link hopping until I landed on an article about inspiration and motivation. The author spoke briefly about his friend's dad who got divorced and turned his garage into a man cave covered in posters of bikini models and filled with gym equipment. He explained that the models inspired him; he wanted to work on himself to the point where hot women would check him out on the street. This led the author to talk about how he found The Rock to be inspiring to him.
After I finished the article I checked out The Rock's instagram page, and then his Twitter, following him on both. I have this sticker I made out of one of his tweets I found on Pinterest where it says "Wake up with determination, go to bed with satisfaction. And somewhere in between, eat a cookie." I put the sticker in my planner because I liked how it was a great balance of "work it" and "treat yo-self"...
Aaaaand... I told you that story to tell you this story. So, I have found my new motivation.
What Would The Rock Do?
I imagine I am face to face with him, and I tell him why I have chosen to skip my workout, why I'm eating another serving of something bad, why I am not hustling my hardest that day. I imagine just what his expression would be upon hearing my weak-ass excuses as for why I am not striving to be better than I was yesterday. Stern, irked, but worst, disappointed. That, "err-kay, it's YOUR choice and all, but..." I have found that imagining the disappointment is enough of a goad to make me groan and go, "ALRIGHT... alright, lemme go get my gear, meet you downstairs..." and off I trudge.
Today I did Workout A of the Fit Cyster program... My right knee gave mad protest with stabby shooty pains so I had to cut parts of the workout short... but I sweat and I pushed and gave myself a star on my chart for the day.
Tomorrow is cardio, so I'm probably going to take myself for a speedwalk about the cemetery down the street after dinner. Perhaps I can get some good photos of the flowering trees to share. :D