Congratulations to me! I have once again started on a fitness journey. Now before you go and pop bottles in honor of my victory let me give you a quick recap on my previous fitness jouneys. They all end. No sugar coating on that one. There are as many reasons for not finishing a program as there are attempts at starting one. Usually I just get bored, or sad, or lonely in the fitness world. I am not a teetotaler so that excludes me from social circles at the gym. I struggle with patience, so the yoga cliques are not my comfort zone. Now you might be mad at me for what I am about to say next but it must be said. Runners look stupid. I just can’t. Watching people run in my city is just seeing a cacophony of limbs, haphazardly flapping about, and knowing that they are ruining their knees for life. There. I said it.
I am not knocking anyone that has found a fitness lifestyle that works for them, but I am jealous, obvi. Whatever. I do have hope for this new journey, because I am walking into it with no delusions of grandeur. I have been trying to find my exercise niche for so long that I have come to the conclusion that I just don’t like it, and maybe never will? But, I do know I feel better when I am done, my energy spikes, and I like how my clothes lay against my frame. So just like my morning vitamin/supplement regimen, consuming 64oz of water daily, or eating a metric fuck ton of fiber exercise is something that I do not like. However, I will continue to do it because the benefits far outweigh the costs.
Keep me in check, if you see me slipping, remind me about this post!