Can't I just THINK about doing a push up? Um.... no. Those that know me personally know that I am the most unmotivated, lazy person when it comes to working out. I do not want to be sweaty in a room full of other sweaty people and then wake up to the after effects the next morning. All of the people that work out at 5 am and say they feel exhilirated by a 2 mile run are either liars or delusional. At least that's what I tell myself. For the past couple of years, I believe I have developed the opposite of body dysmorphic disorder. Anorexic people look in the mirror and see a fat person. I look in the mirror and see a slender, in shape 21 year old. The drawback to this disease is that I am not a slender, in shape 21 year old. With my 31st birthday mere days away, I have decided I need to give myself tough love. I can not and will not give up my affinity for food, so gravity and mother nature demand that I give up something else. My time and energy to hit the treadmill. But, I need motivation, and not the common kind. It's great that you feel good after you work out, you have so much more energy, and are loving your spin classes. I, am from another planet entirely. So, I sat down to meditate on what would actually motivate me into getting my fabulous self into the gym without complaint. I found out it! FABulous workout gear! You call it shallow, I call it survival of the fiercest. I embarked upon my fashionable fete with my pretty, new lilac yoga mat and to die for gym bag. I felt great about walking into the gym! As I stepped on the treadmill, I was happy to note that my new gray and pink tennis stylishly took to the rubber like pros. I glanced at myself in the mirrors and admired my yoga pants and sports bra and just how cute I would look in the Shape magazine. I know, I know...I replaced one delusion with another, but at least this delusion is burning calories. My advice is to not treat the gym as an excuse to be a sweaty mess, treat it as an excuse to buy glam gym wear. You are going to want to show off the new kicks and you'll look silly wearing them anywhere but to work out. You're welcomed to judge me from the couch, or get up, get fabulous and join me in the gym. xxoo, Brandie www.chicfabu.blogspot.com
Congratulations -- nothing better than a little fitness, which is all that matters -- not having a body that only makes sense on a 21-year-old! Glad you are here with us at She Writes, and thanks for posting this.
I am in complete agreement....utopia is where sit up thoughts count and scales lie! Thank you for the compliment! I'm looking for writer's groups in the Houston area-do you happen to know of any?
LOL- thank you for your feedback! And I totally agree! =) xxoo
Yes, yes, Girl. Whateva it takes to get there. I can see you on the square. I'm a tattered belt from martial art days and I don't see myself as a hasbeen either. I vision myself in the mirror and see Sensei Irma working out. Killing all the boys and the girls too. I was treacherously fierce! But time envelops soft substance and I have become softly. But not in my dreams. Fierce! Child! I say.! Hit da mat! And like you say. ~with stylee.