I don’t know about you, but working out is not the most natural thing for me. I like the idea of being in shape but actually taking action in doing so rarely ever happens. I’m not sure if it’s my innate laziness, my slow mobility, or the fact that I am quite intimidated by those who do work out. Instagram and Pinterest are the spaceships that carry the weight of the fit universe and I am terrified to hop on. I click on my popular page and see all these fit people with their tea bunny teas, gym tricks, and flat abs — and instead of feeling inspired, I run for the hills. The only running I actually do, or did, until a couple of weeks ago.
A few weeks ago I started working out with one of my girlfriends and it has helped tremendously. I don’t know if it’s the cruise we are going on or if our determination just aligned some how but we both decided we would take the journey together. It’s been quite the process and to be honest, really tough. However, isn’t that always the case?
If you are also on the journey to a healthy lifestyle, know that the experience isn’t going to be a perfectly tiled Instagram feed. Eating healthy is a huge deal and so is getting your butt to the gym and you should applaud yourself for any effort you put into it. If you are struggling, as we all are, take a look at some of the realities of working out:
Do I bake the cookies or be super good tonight? Well mother nature says, “bake the cookies and move on with your life.” “If you’re so troubled by it,” she says to me, “then run an extra 10 minutes.” Because of this, I ran for 40 minutes. I ate cookies and STILL got a workout in. I mean winning or no?
This is the other half of the cookie ordeal. I ate them, Brecklyn ate donuts. Needless to say, we still managed to make it to the gym alive and on a sugar high.
Just making sure that she only got the best donut if she was going to eat dangerously like that. It was from Shipley’s.
Sometimes getting to the gym is hard. “Gotta get gas”, she said. Is this a metaphor for energy? Who knows. Could have been for her car but either way — we are always, always holding each other accountable.
Even for breakfast.
She made breakfast tacos instead of getting actual Mexican food for breakfast. I was a little harsh.
What is working out if you can’t complain with someone else? I couldn’t walk up or down my stairs without looking like a grandma who forgot her cane. But at least she couldn’t walk either.
Just a friendly reminder that this is us. We are Gym Rats.
Or at least we want to be.
Moral of the story? Working out is hard. No one is perfect and the reality of me trying to reach my goal looks more like a sad montage of me starring at shipleys rather than one of me happily pumping iron. But who cares? It’s a process and we all do it differently. Just remember it’s YOUR body and YOUR goal, don’t mind anyone else.