Well, it’s September and I don’t have a drastic ‘before & after’ photo regarding my fitness journey.
Anyone who has ever met me knows that I have a reaaaaaaaaaally hard time with consistency, unless consistency means being inconsistent then I am INCREDIBLY consistent. I mean, that counts for something, right?
When Chad and I moved into our house 3 years ago, we got a treadmill set up a home gym. I hate going to a gym. I flat out wont do it. The only gym that I will show my face in is my Aunt’s amazing women’s only facility in Paintsville (Spirit Strong Fitness Studio, look it up) — and it really is amazing. Anything else? I’m not doing it, and if you hate something that makes the task miserable, and if you’re miserable you aren’t enjoying taking care of yourself (fitness is good, y’all), and if you aren’t enjoying it you’re eating 24 tacos because a taco 12 pack is only $20. Don’t ask me how I know.
So, anywho, I started doing workouts at home and membership to streaming fitness service and I love it. But, more on that at a later time.
Back to not having a super drastic before and after for this year — it’s fine. I’ve figured out that finding a six pack behind the pizza that I truly enjoy (I loooove pizza, do you love pizza? Are you in a relationship with pizza?) wasn’t what this year was about at all. See, I am really hard on myself. I was. Past tense. I would stand in the mirror and look at my stomach and repeat how disgusting I was and believe it. I believed it deeply and sometimes I still do if I let myself go to that ugly place. Over a freaking stomach, you know? Who in the world cares? It’s skin, why would I believe it’s so inherently bad to have looser skin there? Not just that, but I would beat myself up over ‘bad’ choices and shift between counting every gram of everything that went in my mouth to eating without abandon. There was rarely a happy medium with me because.. you know… I’m me.
The drastic before and after that FINALLY happened to me can’t really be captured in a photograph. Although, you can see a huge difference in my legs (hellloooooo quad and calf city!), the before and after that’s so amazing has been internal. I don’t hate myself when I look in a mirror, I don’t even mind my body — it’s totally fine. It’s better than fine. It’s strong and it’s soft, I can run and squat and keep up with anyone, but I also enjoy my friends and family because food is typically the centerpiece of any time you spend quality time with people.
I’m not going to stop enjoying food. I really, really, really do love salads and veggies, but I don’t want to eat that every single meal. So, dine in restaurants are a special time where I get yummy things that I enjoy without going overboard. It sounds incredibly simple, but what if you have 3 dinner engagements in one week? Well, obviously, don’t get loaded fries and hot wings at all 3 (or do, honey, I am not your boss). Instead, splurge 1 meal, and then the other 2 can still be incredibly yummy if you play your cards right.
I am all about playing my cards right with food, let me tell ya.
I’ve been wondering how many of y’all reading might be interested in a little group, no strings, no dues, nothing but me just putting some info out and answering questions. I’m not a registered anything, but I am a registered foodie, work out enthusiast, and pizza topping aficionado and I reckon some of y’all can relate to that, and thus, relate to me. We might even have some fun! I think we will totally have fun.
If you’re interested and scared and worried and apprehensive that someone might judge you, lets sit down and talk, or chat, or text. The mindset shift has been real this year and also I have a butt so don’t you tell me that dreams don’t come true!