Eight years! That’s when my on and off relationship with fitness began. I can’t really remember why, or how it started, but I remember running up and down the stairs in one of the stairwells at my high school on the mornings that I didn’t have band practice.
It didn’t last long, though. I developed patellofemoral syndrome and didn’t want anything to do with going up and down the stairs. I ended up taking medication for the pain in my knees and suffered through it when I had to use the stairs for anything.
At some point over the years, I learned that strengthening the muscles around the knee helps with the pain, so I got into the gym and onto the leg curl machine. I wanted my muscles to be stronger, I wanted the pain gone. But I winced and cringed when I felt and heard the grinding in my knees. Guess what, I gave up, again!
I got back in the gym in my first year of College (I only went for a year and a half). I made a lot of progress and didn’t dare fall off the wagon again. Not that my gym buddies would have let me.
But then I left the school and the motivation for the gym along with it. Many times after that, my then fiance would try to get me to go to the gym with him. He was trying to get in better shape too! But still, my drive wasn’t there. There were too many excuses.
After we were married we got a gym membership that we barely used. Then we tried getting into shape with programs that we could do from home. They were fun at first, but then the excuses came back. Days got skipped and eventually, we lost motivation altogether.
Every time we got into exercise, I would only get into it because my husband managed to wear me down and talk me into it.
But this time, four years into our marriage, he didn’t have to talk me into it. I was sick of myself and desperate for change. I happily followed my husband to the brand new Goodlife down the street and got myself yet another membership. I made it my goal to go to the gym at least three times a week.
Seventeen days ago my husband started a 12-week program called Transformed by Bodybuilding.com. I slept in the first day he went, but a couple days later, I told him to tell me more, I wanted in!
So here I am, three days into the third week and I’m loving it! While I’m still waiting to see the changes in the mirror, I am already feeling changes in my body.
I have fewer issues with my back at work than I used to and I have more energy throughout the day. My husband and I like to meet at the gym at eight in the morning, so my days are longer and fuller too!
I also have less trouble with the stairs. I can feel myself get better from the inside out and I love it!
On top of that, I am thoroughly enjoying learning to cook healthier. You know that saying; “You can’t have one without the other”? Well, that saying applies to fitness and nutrition. Believe it or not, I have struggled even more with nutrition than I have with exercise. Junk food is cheaper!
But, I can’t use money or lack thereof, as an excuse. You reap what you sow.
I believe that I can do anything I set my mind to, and right now, I have set my mind to taking care of the body God has given me. I want to set a good example for my future children. I want to strive for progress, not perfection!
If I set a goal each day and strive to achieve it, my long-term goal doesn’t seem so overwhelming and unattainable.
I can’t wait to see what changes the next nine and a half weeks bring me! I can’t wait to share my before and after photos! I am so happy that this time, I chose this!