Happy One-year Gym-iversary!

Nov 17, 2013 by

I felt every single one of these symptoms during my first few weeks on the elliptical. This little warning on the machine taunted me while I gasped for air, as if it could stop me. In fact, I remember Googling how long it would be before I could breathe while working out. Google said that I should already be able to. Harsh.


I felt every single one of these symptoms during my first few weeks on the elliptical. This little warning on the machine taunted me while I gasped for air, as if it could stop me. In fact, I remember Googling how long it would be before I could breathe while working out. Google said that I should already be able to. Harsh.

          Oh. My. God! Is this real? I’ve been regularly going to the gym for a year. What?! I am beyond proud. I am mind-blown. When I woke up on November 17, 2012 to randomly put on my running shoes and go to the gym, I had no idea that I was on my way to the first of a year’s worth of workouts. That day, after nearly twelve months of saying that I would take up the gym, I finally decided that I wanted to actually do it. And so, I did. I could have thought of excuses to prolong it, such as waiting until the upcoming Monday for a fresh start on a new week or indulging in a final stretch of laziness to mentally prepare for physical activity; but, I needed to prove to myself that I was serious.

          Despite nearly passing out after my ten-minute workout that morning, I simply kept going. I didn’t worry about how long I could keep up the habit, and I didn’t think about how my few attempts at becoming active in the past had ended after a maximum of three months. I just forced myself to keep moving. As more time passed, I became increasingly motivated to continue. If I had already gone two weeks, ten weeks, twelve weeks, what was one more? I was determined for the gym to become as normal of a routine for me as healthy eating, a habit that began as a challenge in May 2010 but gradually became second nature. I wanted the gym to become as thoughtless and automatic. I wanted it to become as important as brushing my teeth, and it did. The gym, a call to death in the beginning, became such a vital part of my weekday mornings by the spring that I’d easily choose the elliptical over my toothbrush. And this is coming from a girl who hates, hates, hates the feeling of plaque far more than the average person; I chew gum for survival.

          Friends, if there’s something that you want to do, go for it! Don’t procrastinate, and don’t overwhelm yourself with how far you are from your ultimate goal. Start now by starting small. I began by spending ten minutes on the elliptical and lifting a few arm weights. Now, a half an hour of cardio is a breeze; I can lift approximately three times what I could last year (don’t get excited; I started by lifting ten pounds with both arms [five pounds per arm]); and I’ve since added more exercises to my workout to target my abs, legs, and buttocks. Recently, the concierge of my building, who sees me go to the gym each weekday morning, commented that I’m “always so active.” No one would have said that about me one year and one day ago. I was stunned at how far I’ve come. If I could initiate and maintain an active lifestyle for a year and – as of tomorrow’s workout – counting, I have the utmost faith that you can do something awesome too. Think about it. What is it that you want to be doing? Got it? Okay, go do it! Seriously, start now! Come on, challenge-accept!

Happiness Tip: Stop saying that you want to do something, and just do it.

 
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