Yesterday was kindof a "blah" day at work. Not a bad one persay, just one that seemed to drag on forever, one full of tedious projects I had no interest in. That doesn't exactly set a person up to be excited about hitting the gym right after work. I texted Jared, trying to wimp out and cancel our gym date, but he convinced me we both really needed to go. I knew he was right, darnit. So as I finished up my work for the day, I snuck over to Facebook for some motivation.
Yes, folks. If you've ever gotten married and put on 30 pounds in 2 years? Go ahead and look at your wedding pictures and honeymoon pictures for some instant
shame motivation. My jaw was literally on the floor, looking at how much I'd changed in two years!
Two years ago? I was confident in the way I looked. I didn't immediately look at every picture of myself and see my double chin or my clothes pulling too tight. What happened to that girl? This isn't a pity-post, or a post to have you disagree and say I look "fine" so don't let it seem that way. This is a post to say I've finally taken control again and it feels good emotionally, even when it doesn't feel good physically.
It's been a little over a month since Jared and I joined a gym and I'm sloooowly seeing some changes in my body. It's hard, because after a month I want the scale to just say I'm 20 pounds lighter and I want my old clothes to fit perfectly again. But it's not that easy, and it doesn't work that way. It was 2 years of bad habits that got me where I am today, so nothing will just change overnight. It's about making the effort, putting the time in at the gym and focusing on what I want out of this journey.
I want to be the best, healthiest version of myself I can be. I want to see what my body can do; I want to see my running improve. I want it, and I'll get it. It might take awhile, but I'm not stopping until I get there. Who's with me??