I used to be pretty into working out. The hour of insanity every day was something I never wanted to skip because I actually, really, truly enjoyed it. I was addicted to it; the burn of my calves during the initial warm up; the middle of the workout when it gets really intense; that light feeling afterwards, kind of like when you step off a treadmill after running for a while and you feel like you're walking really fast because you're too light. I was really motivated and had gotten in pretty good shape.
Theeeeeen the school year started and I started skipping days because I didn't have time, or work went too late and I didn't want to work out afterwards. For a while I worked out once or twice a week, and tried to do what I could during the days that I worked. I knew I should have been trying to do more, but I'd be tired and just not want to do anything, no matter how many times people tried to motivate me to work out with them. I'd tell them that it's not that big of a deal, because it's "just this one time I'm skipping, how much of a difference will it make?" Eventually it got to the point where I just wasn't doing anything except for the odd 50 pushups here and there, when I had a few minutes that I thought of to spare.
In the past few weeks I've been really feeling guilty about the fact that I've left off working out and getting into even better shape. My little sister, Trinity, and I have been trying to get started waking up early and working out before we start our day. She has no problem with waking up at 6am, and will get up and get ready and then come try to wake me up. I am not a morning person and, whenever she walks into my room and tells me to get up, I apparently engage her in some sort of debate as to why we should wait another half hour to an hour to work out. When I do eventually get up, she doesn't have enough time to do a full workout before her class starts and we'll end up doing Cardio Abs.
Today was actually the first day we did a full workout, plus Cardio Abs, yoga, and some meditation. And it was fricken great. I loved it. We're going to try to keep it going.
I didn't really have a point to all of this, it was really just to talk about working out. It's great. It's addicting. It definitely makes you a happier person if you're in shape and can eat like a horse and not care because of the working out that you do. When I was really into working out I ate constantly, I was more active, more outgoing. It was awesome. And I plan on getting back to that point.
Theeeeeen the school year started and I started skipping days because I didn't have time, or work went too late and I didn't want to work out afterwards. For a while I worked out once or twice a week, and tried to do what I could during the days that I worked. I knew I should have been trying to do more, but I'd be tired and just not want to do anything, no matter how many times people tried to motivate me to work out with them. I'd tell them that it's not that big of a deal, because it's "just this one time I'm skipping, how much of a difference will it make?" Eventually it got to the point where I just wasn't doing anything except for the odd 50 pushups here and there, when I had a few minutes that I thought of to spare.
In the past few weeks I've been really feeling guilty about the fact that I've left off working out and getting into even better shape. My little sister, Trinity, and I have been trying to get started waking up early and working out before we start our day. She has no problem with waking up at 6am, and will get up and get ready and then come try to wake me up. I am not a morning person and, whenever she walks into my room and tells me to get up, I apparently engage her in some sort of debate as to why we should wait another half hour to an hour to work out. When I do eventually get up, she doesn't have enough time to do a full workout before her class starts and we'll end up doing Cardio Abs.
Today was actually the first day we did a full workout, plus Cardio Abs, yoga, and some meditation. And it was fricken great. I loved it. We're going to try to keep it going.
I didn't really have a point to all of this, it was really just to talk about working out. It's great. It's addicting. It definitely makes you a happier person if you're in shape and can eat like a horse and not care because of the working out that you do. When I was really into working out I ate constantly, I was more active, more outgoing. It was awesome. And I plan on getting back to that point.
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