Things are a-changin’ over here (again) and I’m hoping that means I’ll have more time for regular blogging. Halle-freakin-lujah. It’s kind of crazy how much I miss it. This blog is like my virtual diary that I awkwardly share with the public and, without it, I find myself craving the creative outlet.
Onward and upward…
Today I want to discuss exercise– ps: I promise I have non-health related posts coming soon.
In our society, exercise is often looked at as a “punishment”. We drag ourselves to the gym to “burn calories” and achieve the perfect “bikini body”. As cliche as that sounds, it’s the reality. Working out is often taken to an extreme that leads to one of two things; addiction or hatred.
I’ve been on both sides of the spectrum. Growing up, I hated working out. I did dance and cheerleading (briefly) and that was the extent of my exercise. In college, I discovered how much of a stress-reliever it could be and a few gym-visits per week turned into 2-hour sweat sessions every day. I would log my hours, write down every workout and keep track of the calories I burned to ensure that each workout was better than the last. Days off were nonexistent and merely sitting for a long period of time left me uncomfortable and antsy. Too much of a good thing can be bad.
Around the time that I stopped obsessing over the foods I ate, I also cut back on exercise. I finally discovered my own personal balance between healthy-living and having a life.
March 2014 —> August 2014
These days, I aim to make it to the gym 4-5 days a week and focus on strength-training rather than cardio. Do I necessarily think one is better than the other? No. But right now, I love lifting. It gives me a sense of power that I’ve never experienced before and I genuinely enjoy working out.
If I’m feeling overly tired and fatigued, I rest. If I have a ton of extra energy, I push myself to the limits. If I feel like lifting weights all week with zero cardio, I lift. If I decide I want to hike in lieu of a trip to the gym, I lace up my sneakers and get out there. I do whatever feels good. Exercise should feel good.
No matter where you are in your fitness journey, I encourage you to take a step back and think about why you work out. Is it for a physical result? Or for life-long health and happiness? If it isn’t for the latter, it’s time for a change. Take a break, try something new, stop keeping track of the calories you burn…do whatever you have to do to rediscover the joy of exercise. I promise, it’s worth it.
Here’s to loving your body (and slightly
bigger juicier booty)…