Ah, Sunday: the classic double-edged sword.
One the one hand, you’ve got a whole other day off of work; a day to rest, regenerate, do whatever you want.
On the other hand, you’ve got to get ready for the week, run errands, and take care of the miscellany you just couldn’t get to during the week.
You can relax, or you can work. Or some combination of the two, but odds are that while you’re doing one you’re thinking of the other.
At least we have the consistency of PiYo; by now we’re at the end of the second week. It’s almost routine! I am this close to the point of waking up every day just assuming I’ll work out. I’m not quite there yet; there are still more days than not that I wake up and wish that I could magically lose weight and be healthy without taking the time or effort to work out, plan meals, or take other steps to reach my goals.
But I’ll get there. I know plenty of people (well, at least I’ve heard plenty of stories about other people) who don’t even give it a second thought. They work out. They eat healthy. And it comes naturally to them.
But I wonder how many of those people started out that way. I’m willing to bet that most of them had to discipline themselves at the beginning, just like I’m learning to do.
By nature (or thirty plus years of nurture, depending on how you look at human development), I am an intellectual Olympian – I love stretching my brain and exercising my mind and strengthening my cranial synapses. But physically…not so much. I didn’t learn the joys or benefits of physical activity until college, when I joined the rowing team simply because the other girls on my hall were doing it.
For four years, I felt strong and capable and lithe and flexible. For ten years after that, I slowly returned to my pre-college, lazy ways.
But doing this PiYo program, I’m having these tiny moments where a certain muscle fires and it triggers a memory buried deep within my cells; a memory of being fit. A feeling, a state of being, a frame of mind that I haven’t had since I was 20.
It’s a wonderful feeling. And it’s addictive. It’s what got me through Core this morning, when I once again couldn’t keep up or I had to skip a certain movement because I’m simply not there yet.
I’m going to keep chasing that feeling, keep nurturing that moment, until the scales tip and it becomes normal again. Routine.
That’s the goal.