I did NOT want to move today. I did 40 minutes of exercise on Sunday. I really wasn’t feeling it yesterday and then time got away from me, so I was ok with skipping it. I was soooo not motivated today. Until I checked a Facebook group filled with women on the same health journey. The same “get fit”, “get healthy”, “lose weight” journey. These women are constantly posting pictures, tips, stories and even questions about their journeys, goals, challenges and successes. That page has become one of the first things I read in the morning, and I only joined the group two weeks ago.
So when I scrolled through the group’s page today, knowing that I missed a day of exercise yesterday, and that my Sunday workout wasn’t a full hour, I was motivated by the posts. I knew I couldn’t miss two days in a row…not when women are sharing their struggles with being consistent (like me), their days, weeks and months at a plateau (been there) yet they’re still working out; there was too much encouragement from afar for me to be a slacker.
I prayed, and God got in my head. He whispered, “You are worth more than excuses”. I drove my fluffy self to the park and talked to myself through every step of those 3.6 miles. I had a slight headache, toe ache, and general ‘don’t wanna do it ache’, but I pressed my way. My self talk included my affirmation, “I am worth more than excuses”.
Getting in shape and staying in shape is hard. There are no two ways around it. You’ve got to put in the work. You’ve got to make the time. You’ve got to make the right choices. Long lasting results don’t include a magic bullet. I have decided to document my transformation on Instagram, @dhealthjourney, and to get an accountability partner, and to surround myself with positive, supportive people. The Facebook group is one step in the right direction. Today, they pushed me without even knowing it.
As I was walking and talking, I tried to back out of going the full distance. The route I take is .6 miles each way. Last week, I walked it three times, for a total distance of 3.6 miles. Today, I was trying to talk myself out of it. “Just do the one mile, that’s good enough”, and “You can get back on track tomorrow”…thoughts like that kept creeping into my head.
At the same time, I remembered the stories on the FB group – people who lost 50, 60, 70, 80 pounds. Ladies who are just starting. Ladies who are midway through their own personal plans. I don’t know 99.9% of those women. Yet I didn’t feel comfortable doing just enough, knowing I would be seeing their posts later. So I pushed myself a little more, and soon I was almost done with two rounds. I figured I might as well complete the last lap, so to speak, because in just a few weeks I’ll be doing a 5K for breast cancer awareness. That reminder is what spurred me to finish the complete 3.6 mile distance.
I posted a quick summary to the group on FB, and those who saw it were cheering me on. That’s the way it’s supposed to be with true support groups. I am thankful for this one. Dhealthjourney continues.