Working Out and Such

When I was young, I used to dance. It seemed like we would dance all day every day. Travel to dance, wake up to dance, and go to sleep after dancing so we could wake up in the morning and do it all over again. It probably wasn't that much in reality.. But it was a pretty significant part of mine and my siblings lives for a while there. I was pretty active in other ways too. I was on the jump rope team in elementary school, and played basket ball. I loved to roller blade, and ride my bike too.
Then after all that, I might as well have been hit my a truck. I didn't ever move unless it was to walk to class or something. Doing anything active was totally unappealing. Countless times my cousins and friends would ask if I wanted to do something. I was that friend who ruined it for everyone else by saying no.
When I was in middle school my brother had started wrestling for Valley High. He went through a crazy amount of training and diet to meet weight classes and what not. It was inspiring to me because he found something that he really loved. Something to get him up in the morning. Goals to reach. One day I decided to work out with him. He ran a few miles down the ditch, and probably without stopping. I wouldn't know, I didn't even make it down the street without thinking I was going to die. I most likely ran half way down, walked back, and ate something.
When I started college, I thought it would be wise to save money and take the bus to CNM/UNM. The bus stop was literally two blocks away, and I remember thinking that was still too far. It didn't last. I would schedule my classes so I didn't have to walk across campus in less than five minutes. And note that neither campus is that big. I was the laziest person I knew. Even before I decided to start doing something about my weight this summer, I would make it a point to make routes that involved elevators or short cuts. It was bad.

My doctor told me that if I didn't do something about my health I was on the fast track to diabetes. Talk about freaking me out. I needed to make a change, and soon. This whole 'just eat the cheesecake' thing wasn't going to work anymore. I wasn't invisible. I never have been. And it definitely wasn't going to just magically be okay in the long run. To me, I was already sick. I already had diabetes. I was already on a path to never turning back.

I had to do something.
It wasn't easy. I didn't just wake up one morning and say 'oh, now I'm healthy, everything is going to be different, and I'm all active.' No. I still wake up and have a hard time motivating myself to get to the gym. I still say I'll do it tomorrow. I mean, ya, It's easier today than it was then, but it took alot to get here. And it's going to take even longer to get to where I should be. But it's a process. A long one. I think that was the biggest realization I have had to make this whole time. I am going to wake up tomorrow and probably look the same, but I'll feel better. However, when a year or so rolls around, I won't look like I do when I wake up tomorrow, I will look different.
Healthy.
Maybe skinny, but I'll be healthy. That is what matters.

This week I met with my personal trainer for the first time. He comes with the healthy weight package. The picture above is what I looked like right after the work out. Then I changed my shirt... and it was just as wet. I had been working out since the beginning of summer. Not only have a not been that sore since then, I hadn't sweat that much. I felt great! It was unbelievable.
I definitely need to pick up more tips from him. I tried doing the same work out we did the next day, and it wasn't as effective at all. I was pretty bummed.
I have really been enjoying this whole working out thing. I can't wait until I am more advanced. I want to be strong, in mind, body, and spirit. It doesn't matter how I look anymore. It just matters that I feel better. Everything else will come after. Like I said, it's gonna be a long road.

And it is here that I will say
The goal that I am working towards, ya know besides everything else, is that I want to start boxing again. I want to have a strong body like a boxer. I boxed when I was younger for a whole month... ya... but I really loved it. It was the only sport that my mom ever put me in that I truly loved. The reason I quit was because I was embarrassed I couldn't run the mile.. So I never showed up again. This time, though, I want to really stick with it. I have a ways to go before I can start doing that again, but for sure.. I wanna box. This is my goal.

Anyways,
Until next time <3