The last two days have been torturous. Like my muscles forgot their primary function and are on strike. I kinda imagine my muscle cells holding picket signs and chanting. (I know, I have random thoughts.)
Cent and I restarted P90X on Monday, and I’m super sore. It’s like the muscles I forgot I had are sore. As well as the muscles I had no idea I had.
Yesterday morning, when I attempted to get out of bed, I literally had to roll out until my feet touched the ground, because no amount of pushing myself up was going to happen. My arm simply collapsed. In fact, sleeping was a struggle because my hip flexors were so tender, straightening my legs was pretty much out of the question.
Which got me to thinking that we all start somewhere. We all have to start somewhere. And it’s from that point that can grow.
We train our muscles so they get stronger. We enrich our minds in order to know more. We practice to improve our skills. Or whatever it is we seek.
That’s how it was in school. That’s how it was when I started my photography. That’s how it is with everything.
And without fail, every January I make a half-hearted promise to myself that I will do something about my fitness level. A few months will go by, and I will have fallen off the wagon. Sometime this summer, I let go of all the progress I had made at the beginning of the year and gained any weight that I had lost! ARGH! You’ve heard of the “Freshman 15” in college? Well the Married 20 is real, too!
This year is different. Not to sound cliché, but 2011 is going to be different. And I know that there’s no one to blame, but myself for my actions (or lack of action) and food choices. I’m writing about this on the blog because I need your help, too. I could use your words of encouragement and help keep me accountable, especially on days where I feel like I can’t move a muscle. Not even my eyelids. I’m not turning my blog into a food or workout journal, but I just needed to get it out there. Because we all start somewhere.
I am starting here.
BTW these are my cowboy boots, that I LOVE!
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