“Discipline means doing what needs to be done, even when you don’t want to.”
I hate to admit it but I have really fallen off when it comes to exercising on a regular basis. I have fits and starts where I’ll get motivated and go for a jog or do an exercise DVD at home. But overall, I’ve been very inconsistent and I’m always making excuses (to myself) as to why I “don’t have time” to exercise.
I do my hair pretty much every Sunday, so the last thing I want to do is sweat it out. I have natural hair, so one would think that this would give me more flexibility. I guess it depends on how I’m wearing it. The most ideal hairstyle (for me) to wear when I’m working out is a bun or some type of protective style. That way I don’t have to worry about tangles or having to re-straighten or re-twist. So, what’s the problem then? The problem comes back to my priorities. If I were making my health a priority (over my hairstyle) then I’d make sure that my hairstyle did not inhibit my work out. It’s very simple. But I make it hard.
I belong to a gym at my job and most of my coworkers go to the gym or go outside to run during lunch at least 3-4 times a week. So, I have the facilities, I have the encouragement of my peers, and I still don’t go. If I’m not going out to lunch, then I’m typically at my desk writing during my lunch hour. With my full-time night job of mom to three, I rarely have time to write at home during the week. While writing is definitely a worthwhile priority, I realize that my health is still more important. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing. I should be able to alternate how I spend my lunch time so that I’m able to accommodate both of these positive outlets.
Finally, I know I’ve had a hard time getting started because I’m afraid that I won’t stick with it (again). I truly want to be toned and in shape and have more energy, but I don’t want to do the work to make it happen. I remember there was a time when missing a day at the gym was torture! I was so into it and I looked forward to working out everyday. To go from that, to where I am now is pretty discouraging. How do I know that I won’t fall off again? I guess I don’t. But I know that if I don’t try, I’ll continue to feel that I’m not taking the best care of myself that I can which is not good for my peace of mind.