I do. I feel like giving up all the time. I admit it. I don’t mind the dieting so much. I am not one to find comfort in food and I love vegetables. I feel like giving up when it comes to working out. I find it discouraging. Yes, discouraging.
Once upon a time, I was in good shape. I worked out a few hours a day. I ate all the right foods. I felt great. I looked great, if I do say so myself. I have no clue what I weighed because while I looked good, vanity lost all meaning. I was not motivated by how I looked or how much I weighed. I was motivated by challenging myself to do more and how great I felt. I saw progress in my weight training and cardio training. I was not an athlete and came no where close to that level. I did beat all my expectations and had the energy to keep going.
I have no idea when it happened. The day I decided to leave that all behind. The day that marked the first day of my physical decline and weight increase. I know I had another child and more responsibility and less time to work out. I went from making my health and fitness routine a priority to allowing it to go by the wayside. And by the wayside it went as I sit here today struggling with weight gain and a tired heart.
Once my injured knee and ankle finally felt better I decided to head to the gym. I could barely make it through 25 minutes on the elliptical machine. I felt so discouraged. I used to do 45 minutes on the elliptical as a warm up before going to a weight/cardio combo class for another 45 minutes. My pride was hurt. My will was weak. I wanted to give up. I wanted to get off that machine and swear off working out forever. But…I kept going. Partly do to watching an episode of 24 on my iPhone. I guess whatever works, huh? I also kept repeating to myself , “the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”. I wanted to beat my flesh. I did. I lasted through the 25 minutes and continued to work out for another 20 minutes. I will continue. I will find that healthy, in shape, chick living inside my body again.