Right now, I’m not in school. So I should be sleeping in. I should be doing as little as possible.
^^That’s what my brain was saying when my alarm went off at 5:20am. But, being the strong woman that I am, I willed myself out of bed immediately, and my own internal strength motivated me to rise and conquer the day.
Just kidding, I am not nearly so heroic. Actually, my main motivation to wake up was more like “OMG I have to take pictures for my first blog post today and if I don’t do anything, I will be so embarrassed” and then my friend, who I drive to class, texted me saying that she was awake, and I thought “well now I have to get out of bed, just so she doesn’t judge me.”
But I am SO GLAD I went to class. My arms ache just typing this, it was such a good workout.
And now a weird tangent about full-length mirrors and how they relate to my fitness journey:
Before I moved back home, I lived alone in an 18 ft RV trailer.
In such a cramped environment, the cupboards and windows filled what little wall space there was. So, up until a week ago, I had not looked at myself in a full-length mirror since June. At first, I was pleasantly surprised to see that I looked skinnier. And the scale confirmed it: I lost around 7 pounds in the past four months. This was awesome news, since, in terms of physical fitness, I feel as though I am in the worst shape of my life. A busy university schedule means skipping meals and trips to the gym, and eating donuts just because they’re there and your friend offers them to you.
Now that I’ve stepped away from the stress and am focusing on my goals again, my motivation for getting back in shape has changed. I want to be healthy. I want to look in the mirror and see someone who’s fit, not just someone who’s lost the weight.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me struggling to pose with my dog in the rain!