It's very interesting how it took me so long to be serious about working out and feeling good about myself. I think about my early twenties when I had all the time in the world to work out and I never did. Now I eagerly try to find that hour in my day to rush out for a run or hit the weights. Unfortunately I am still a yo-yo diet type woman. I gain weight from stress or drinking high calorie crap then I decide to train for something and slim back down again. It's not exactly the most healthy thing especially because I know it's wrong. I wish I didn't but I do still veer off the straight path every now and again but when I do I am having fun.
I often wonder what motivates people to work out or what keeps people from working out at all. So many people exercise simply on looks alone due to this critical world we live in which is sad. I have gone to gyms where girls and women are walking around half naked and pretending to work out looking for dates or married men to sleep with. Or my favorite early morning gym time when the guy muscle heads are showing off making annoying noises as they bench press. Because that is attractive, said no woman ever.
For me running and working out is so much more. I had someone in my life for years telling me my legs were fat and embarrassed by my looks. I used to stand in front of a full body mirror and stare at my legs figuring out how to change them. Ironically I was the thinnest I had ever been at that time but yet I still believed what I would hear. At some point I decided it didn't matter what others thought of me it mattered how I saw myself. I realized that running was built for me and my work out choice. I ran for myself, for survival actually. There was a solid year of my life where I was running twice a day sometimes three if you believe it. I would come home from the first run and a few hours later realize I needed more. If I couldn't sleep I would hop on the treadmill and bang out a few more miles. It was my sole focus and the only thing that helped me at the time. Now I laugh because when I start to feel anger of some sort I lace up my sneakers go for a five mile sprint and come back completely fine. Just a few months ago I was faced with something I had no idea how to deal with, walked out the door for a short run and came back after ten miles. I was able to process the whole situation and come up with my solution running these Monson roads. My sneakers have become a true companion and I can't live without them.
Now I just want to help women that might be experiencing things like I did or women that are depressed because of their weight. You can make the time for yourself no matter what anyone says. Start out small working out for a half hour a day and work yourself up. Remember the number one thing with working out and keeping yourself healthy is do it for yourself. Your worth it no matter what anyone says so take care of your body, take care of you.
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