I’ll admit that historically I never really cared too much about “being healthy.” Before adulthood, I ate what I wanted, whenever I wanted, and my only form of formal exercise came from practicing and playing soccer for my high school varsity team. After high school, exercise consisted of walking to and from my college classes, and more walking from serving tables in a restaurant.
It’s only been in the last 10 years that I started to take an interest in health and wellness, which was inspired by my entering into chiropractic school.
It’s hard not to go through almost 4 years of learning about the body and not change your view of health even just a little. I, however, changed my view of health a lot.
Unfortunately for me, old habits die hard. I still absolutely love junk food, especially chips, and chocolate. Now I just feel guilty when I binge on bag of Cheetos or Reese’s Pieces, because I no longer have the excuse of ignorance.
At 33 years old and two kids later, I have become very well aware of the fact that I cannot just eat what I want, and not exercise without seeing a negative effect on how I feel and look. You would think with all this education and awareness of health and wellness that it wouldn’t be such a battle to get me to workout…but yet it is.
I tell myself, “today is the day”…which usually falls on a Monday, because Monday seems like the right day of the week to start something new. Monday is like a clean slate, it erases everything that came before it. Then when Wednesday rolls around and I have decided to skip my work out, or cheat on my eating plan, Monday seems like a good day to start all over again. It’s a vicious cycle I tell you.
I want to start this next segment with a disclaimer…I know there are NO good excuses, I know that if I really want to be healthy and workout that I would make it happen no matter what. But here I go anyway…
OMG I hate working out!
There are a million things I would rather do than workout, and being lazy would be number one on the list. I work a full-time job, in which it takes me 45 minutes to get there and 45 minutes to get home…after picking up my two kids, dragging all of our bags into the house, and letting the dog out to use the bathroom, it’s time to cook dinner. And I can’t just cook dinner, I also have to attend to my 3 year old son, Brantley, who calls my name just about once every minute, sometimes more, and his baby sister, Payton, who tends to cry and pull on my leg the entire time I try to cook unless I pick her up.
After dinner is cleanup, after cleanup is bath time, and after bath time is bedtime, which is a whole battle in itself. Not to forget that intertwined in all of this is laundry, and cleaning, and feeding the dog, and cleaning up more messes after I’ve already cleaned up, and preparing for the next day.
There honestly isn’t a moment from when I walk in the door that I get to sit down and just relax. Not even when I sit down to eat do I get to just sit down and eat, but that’s a whole other topic that I’ll blog about on another day.
All that to say…when both kids are finally asleep and everything on my to-do list is done the last thing I want to do is put on my workout clothes, breathe heavily, cause burning in muscles for at least 30 minutes, get all sweaty, and be sore the next day. I would much rather lay down in my bed, read a book, play on my iPad, watch TV, mess around with my husband, or SLEEP (in no specific order of importance).
I know this is not healthy. I know this will not help me get the bikini-ready body I am aiming for. I know this will not revive me and give me the energy I so desperately need to make it through the day without wanting to nod off at 3:30 in the afternoon. I know that this will not sustain me into my 80s without the need for a walker.
But today, I don’t want to work out and you can’t make me.
So in the battle of Working Out vs. Vegging Out…Vegging Out wins, but only for today. Monday is a new day!