You know when you waken in the morning and the sun is beating through the windows, and it gives you the urge? You know, the urge? When you wake up feel that… feeling. It’s so overpowering, the need to just do it. You know…?
No; not that feeling. The feeling you get when you wake up and you want to be healthy.
Today I woke up with that feeling. I was bouncing off the ceiling, scratching round the fridge for some power food which would make me radiant! Unfortunately we haven’t done a shop for a week so I settled on a small wholegrain roll toasted and spread with Coconoil and peanut butter. Not terrible…
I’ve been so bad this year. My job is manic, and working close to fifty hours a week takes its toll on your energy levels. I find it so difficult to fit in exercise and find the time to make healthy foods. But this morning, I decided that I’m not happy wearing leggings every day because my jeans are too tight, and I don’t like the new tyre around my middle. My shape is still there, it’s just got some extra padding which seriously needs to jog on.
I failed when I put my gym gear on. I hate the way I look. I used to be taut and, not slim, but you could see the definition. Right now I look soft and squidgy, like a nectarine past its use by date. Not a good look in lycra. But it was seeing myself this way which was the first domino in the fall. I decided that because I was so horrible looking that I needed to punish myself, therefore I flipped through my little book of workouts and picked out a challenging one; a 500 rep kettlebell strength number. I grabbed my 20kg and got to work. After my first 50 double swings I dropped to my 14kg to do 25 single arm rows on each arm, and 50 goblet squats. After this, I gave up. 150 reps in and I gave up. I sat down and felt useless. But then I realised I had set myself up for a fail. I haven’t properly exercised in a few months and I set upself up to do a pretty challenging workout with a heavy kettlebell. It was really never going to happen. If I had I set myself up to to 50 double swings, 25 single arms rows on each arm and 50 goblet squats and leave it there, I would have ended on a high; proud of myself for setting out to do something and achieving it.
I guess the lesson here is to set yourself up to succeed. Set realistic fitness goals and when you achieve the goal you’ll feel fantastic. In other words, don’t pull a Lissa.
Until next time.