So my do-over on Week
3 was supposed to start yesterday (Monday), but between emotionally/mentally feeling like I
wanted to crawl under a rock and possibly die combined with dreading having to spend
a freaking hour exercising while still getting all my other household chores
done and meeting a friend for coffee as they prepare to leave the state for 4 months…
I’m totally pulling the “give-up” card and letting you know it didn't happen. And on top of that, I’m feeling like I don’t really want to do it
anymore anyway. Which is kind of bizarre seeing as a) it kicks my butt and
burns a ton of calories, and b) I get pretty fast results.
Self-sabotage, anyone?
Maybe. But the fact of
the matter is: I’m bored right now. I’m bored with it. I want something I can
do in 30-40 minutes, not something that takes me an hour. Where I am in my life
right now, I just don’t have an hour to give 3-4 days a week. And while that
makes me a little sad, it’s just a very harsh reality. I’ve talked so much about
this recently – but I don’t think I’m willing to make the personal sacrifice at
this time. When I'm feeling more "up", I can get positive about it and pull through and make it happen, but these depressive episodes make me realize maybe part of the reason I get depressed to begin with it by piling too much on my plate on a daily basis - and that includes an hour-long workout I don't actually have time for. While I hate, hate, hate that that means it’s just going to be that much longer until I reach my ideal body
aesthetic, obviously I’m willing to wait or not as focused/wanting that ideal
aesthetic, anyway.
There seems to be a
recurring theme in all facets of my life, and this particular facet is not
exception, and that theme is: There has to be more than this.
There’s got to be
something better than shelling out fucking $600/month for a CrossFit box
membership, there’s got to be something better than running 5 miles every day
and starving yourself, there’s got to be something better than sacrificing
recovery-necessary sleep in the mornings or family-time in the evenings to
spend an hour doing something you don’t absolutely enjoy.
You don’t have to love
it every day. Nobody does. But you need to love it most days. I think that’s a pre-requisite for making it stick.
…the more I write this
the more I realize this definitely is depression fueled and I should probably
just force myself to do the damn 60 minute workout, but NO! I don’t
want to! I demand a better and more convenient workout that I really, truly
love!! Where is that?! What if I can’t find it?! EVER?! What if I can never
become that person that is willing to make those sacrifices for health and a
totally rockin’ bod?!
Does this come from my perpetual and tricksy self-hate spiral? Do I really need to change all these things about myself and my life in order to be happy? Is it possible for me to just find happiness in where and who I am? Oh god, just thinking that to myself right now makes me want to anxiety throw-up… to imagine being stuck doing what I do now everyday for another 30 years… NOPE! NOPE NOPE NOPE!
Okay, sorry for that slightly insane digression... So, my goal is to find a shorter and yet equally intense strength training workout to start doing. And it needs to happen right now. Because I need to start, like, yesterday. Because I haven't done purposeful exercise since last Wednesday.
Any suggestions would be welcome as long as it is strength based and not a DVD, as I have no attention span for DVD workouts these days. The search begins!
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