I know that when I blog, I blog pretty happy things. Victories, “woohoos” whatever. Especially lately- there's been so much good stuff going on!
This week, I'm swamped. I've overextended myself and my commitments to work, family, friends, etc. I've been working longer hours and sleeping very little. I did make it to the gym on Monday and Tuesday. Today was a rest day. I still have Thursday and Friday, then Saturday with Trainer Rob.
Some sort of breakthrough is happening with my mind though, because right now, instead of working late, I'd rather be at the gym. Yes, I said it. I'd rather be there, working on improving my body and sweating like a cold glass of water on a hot summer day.
Come tomorrow morning though, I'm not going to like getting out of bed at 5:30am. I'm not going to like fumbling to get dressed and strapping on my heart rate monitor on my raw and blistered chest (gross, I know. I need some Body Glide to wear under the chest strap). I'm not going to like getting in the shower after the gym, knowing that I've still got a full 12 hours of work ahead of me.
The point is, you don't always have to like it. I don't have to like getting up that early when I didn't get to sleep until midnight. I don't have to like facing a long day ahead after a workout. The point is, I'm doing it. I made my choice. I'm committed to this fitness journey. I'm going to strap on my Bondi Band I got from Callie @ The Wannabe Athlete (buy from her to help raise money for her Aunt's cancer treatment) and I'm going to exercise. No matter what.
Tuesday morning, my alarm went off at 5:30 and I laid there a minute. A minute longer and I would have been back asleep for good. I had to say to myself “I'm making a choice… I'm making a choice… I'm making a choice…” And I went. I did it. I didn't like it at the time, but when I was done, I was damn proud I made the right choice.
If fitness and weight loss were easy, we'd all be bouncing around in our awesome bodies with tons of energy and toned butts. It's not. It's hard. The road is long and really damn bumpy.
You don't always have to like it – You just have to do it.