I’ve been meaning to get on here and talk about the fact that I’m back to skipping workouts and eating like a drunk college student. I cannot get it together, y’all. I’ll get on a decent kick for a few days and then, bam, something knocks me off-kilter. The most recent event was my household coming down with what I’ll kindly refer to as the plague. Let’s just go ahead and add that to the list of excuses. I’ve blamed the following things so far: the weather, changing jobs, toddler wake ups, sicknesses, and probably several other things I can’t recall now.
Inevitably, I go through a series of emotions each time I fall back into this rut. I’ll break it down for you, so you can really understand my crazy.
First, I feel lazy because I’m choosing to skip workouts regularly. I could make time for them if I really made it a priority.
Next, I feel guilty because I’m opting out when I’m healthy enough to get up and get moving. Not everyone is that fortunate.
Then, I decide that a month or two of skipping workouts won’t change anything. I should totally relax. I’ll be fine.
Finally, I feel ridiculous for even thinking about any of this that much. It’s not the end of the world, either way.
See what I mean? I’m nuts. The one thought that keeps coming back up, though, is that there is so much more to life than making sure you drown in a pile of sweat every day. Shocking, right? Life is not a series of workouts. And yet, here I am, letting my workouts dictate how I feel about my life. Embarrassing.
I need to start thinking of more things outside of myself. Find new things to focus on, you know? I’m not saying I don’t want to make my health come first. In fact, I’m saying the opposite. I’m putting too much emphasis on the workouts and too little on my general well being. I should eat more vegetables, move enough throughout the day, and work out when I feel like it. Aside from that, I need to chill out. I’m spending entirely too much time thinking about my fitness levels.
I’ll admit I judge other people when they are hyper-focused on some minute detail of their lives, but I am doing the exact same thing. Newsflash: no one but me cares if I wake up tomorrow completely shredded or having gained a little weight. No. one. cares. You know what people tend to care about? Your health. Your well being. Your happiness. At the end of the day, that’s what matters. As much as this pains me to say, I don’t need visible abs and a nice butt to be healthy. I just don’t. If I could truly get that into my thick, self-centered skull, I’d be a lot better off.
I apologize for this ramble-fest, but it was on my mind tonight. Hopefully, it won’t be on my mind tomorrow. I’m moving on, remember? For real this time, you guys. Don’t even go back in the ol’ blog archives to see how many times I’ve fought this battle. I’ll save you the trouble. It’s a million, give or take a few.
I’ll just leave it at this: Here’s to focusing on being healthy and happy in 2015, whatever that means for you. 🙂