I did something today that I have never done before. Ever. I worked out because I wanted to.
Any time that I have ever worked out it was because I had to, because I needed to, but never, EVER because I wanted to.
You know that your trainer is doing a good job when you have some free time without kids to do whatever you want and instead of shopping or getting a pedicure, you choose to spend it in the gym.
I used to hate working out. I’ve never liked it. Didn’t want to do it. Even though I knew that I needed to, I could never find the motivation. But after 1o weeks, I finally think that it’s become routine that I can’t live without. I feel bad if I miss a day. Now, there are plenty of days that (for whatever reason) I haven’t worked out. But the point is, I actually feel bad about it and won’t go more than two days without getting back into it.
I always heard about the high that people get from working out–that good feeling, those endorphins that get to pumping. I’ve gotten used to that good feeling–gotten used to looking in the mirror and liking what I see.
I wish that I had a recent picture to share. You know, that before and after picture like in the Jenny Craig commercials. But it’s too early. It’s only been 10 weeks, not nearly enough time to lose everything that I still need to.
BEFORE…January 1st (workouts started four days later. Oh, and that’s a thick coat–that’s not all me.)
AFTER…still to come.