I’m excited to give an update to this post from two weeks ago in which I talked about how I could not seem to get into a gym routine and was caught in a vicious cycle of not sleeping and not working out because I wasn’t sleeping. And when I did get enough sleep I made all sorts of excuses as to why I couldn’t go to the gym. I felt like crap.
Well, since that post, I’ve been to the gym seven times! I worked out three times last week and four times this week. I’ve been setting my alarm and Mike has also been making sure I wake up on time.
I had to start out with baby steps to build up to where I was six months ago, and I’m nearly there. This time I’m going to keep pushing myself and building my endurance and strength.
I was always afraid to do too much because I have a pretty weak constitution — I get woozy and dizzy easily, I faint easily and throw up easily plus I have asthma, and exercise seems to trigger these things. But taking small steps seems to be working. For example, I’m doing additional minute of cardio each time, and my body is adjusting just fine.
And I’m sleeping really well and I’m not worrying about dumb stuff anymore. Overall I feel like life is better now that I just buckled down, activated my motivation and made the firm decision to exercise and stick to it. Thank you to those who commented on that post because that’s really what gave me the kick in the ass, plus Mike has been super encouraging too.
When I was working out before, I really didn’t notice any physical changes, and that felt discouraging, so it made me less and less interested in investing the time. But now I realize something: Working out is less about appearance and more about physical and mental health.
When I’m older I don’t want to struggle to get up a flight of stairs or hail a cab to go three blocks. My sister Laurie is a great role model — she’s always been fit but she took up running a few years ago in her 50s, and now she runs 5ks all the time and has done 10-milers too.
Whether it’s cardio at the gym, martial arts, boxing, running, weights, whatever — I want to commit myself to physical fitness because it’s one of the best things I can do for myself. And although I will probably remain my puny self, the strength and confidence I’ll gain will be worth every bit of sweat.
Who’s with me?