Sometimes it is hard.
Sometimes the motivation is lacking.
Sometimes it feels easier to sit in the recliner and veg out with TV.
Sometimes I want to be lazy.
Sometimes I AM lazy.
Sometimes I have to kick my own butt and make it happen even when I don’t feel like it.
There are people in this world who love to workout. Like love it from the thought of it to the completion of it. Then there are those of us who sometimes love it before, sometimes during, sometimes only after. This is me. There are times I love it from planning the workout until I finish my last rep. There are times that I love it only after I get up and get moving. Then there are the times that I love it only because it is done and I did it.
I am not a morning person as I have stated time and time again. I am mentally working on the discipline I need to get up and do something productive, besides groom myself, each morning. I currently workout when Tink is asleep. That includes naps on the weekends, but during the week that means late night workouts. I work all day and when I get home, I want to soak her up because frankly I miss her like crazy all day. Sometimes, I will leave her to go do a quick 15 minutes WOD, but most nights, I wait until she is out before I ever get to it.
This results in me getting all warm, comfy and relaxed in the process of getting her to sleep…and sometimes extremely sleepy. Some nights the fatigue/laziness wins, and I skip the workout. However, I then spend the next 24 hours annoyed with myself for not putting in 30 minutes.
The point is as hard as it is to sometimes find the motiavtion to get up and move… and heck even get up and food prep for 2 to 3 hours on the weekend, this is harder…
I used to think that people purposefully looked miffed or unhappy in before pictures to help make the after seem that much different. I was not faking this face. I was really that uncomfortable
not stoned in my own skin and especially in front of a camera.
When it feels really freaking hard to make the time and find the energy to workout, I try to remind myself of how hard life was in that day 1 picture. That girl, despite having a great husband, an amazing kid and pretty stellar life, was by all accounts unhappy. THAT was hard. Getting up off my butt at 9:30 pm to work my hardest at a 20 to 30 minute workout is not that hard compared to that (past) life.
Choose your hard…
Stay Strong and Keep Moving,