This year has not been the year of fitness for me so far, but I’m changing that. With the chaos of our lives, my workouts have been non-existent, my eating poor, and my stress high. After my house was back together enough to get back to my workouts, I jumped in, even though I was exhausted and cranky.
Here are the things I have concluded since this lapse of dedication-
Fitness is not a number, it is a feeling.
Even though I haven’t gained weight in this time, with poor eating choices and skipping workouts, my body has suffered. My pants are tight, my shirts don’t want to button, and my kids inform me that my belly is “squishy”. I am not into squishy.
Fitness is not something to be gained and then squandered.
I didn’t lose the weight I lost, train as hard as I trained, and become a dedicated, focused person to let it slip through my fingers. I refuse to be that girl. Yes, I’m busy. Yes, dedication is hard. Yes, I’m worth it!
Fitness and preparation keep me focused.
All of the hard work keeps me from making bad decisions. My bad side that says “eat whatever you want, who cares about your pants” is quieted. I’m pushed along with taking prepared food to work and choosing the waiting yogurt for a candy bar when my blood sugar dips. Pulled in abs help me say no to the treats that get passed along, allowing me to feel victory instead of defeat when I walk away.
Fitness makes a better me.
I’m happier. I’m nicer. I’m not grumpy about poor decisions. I know that if I put in the work, my body will do the rest. The Lord gave me this temple, and I am going to honor it, no matter what.