(I'm bucking the tradition that says you should always post an entry with pictures. Yes, this is my rebellious act for the week.)
Who here has it? Who here doesn't?
I'm day two post-bootcamp with another class tonight and I've jumped back on the wagon of eating right and drinking more water. Summertime, while lovely (okay, it was the armpit of the world there for a bit with temps well over the 100's for days on end), allowed me to fall completely off the wagon. I was even drinking Pepsi here and there again after kicking that danged habit. *gasp*
I know, right?
It always seems like that angel/devil that are seated on opposite shoulders are warring with each other constantly. Whether it be small things like taking my lunch or just falling off the wagon completely and walking into Goodwill and shopping to my heart's content because I'm absolutely stressed, those little buggers are always at war inside of my head. (No, I'm not Sybil. Well, not most days.)
And then that beloved bootcamp program came waltzing back into my life. (I know what you're thinking: Of all the gin joints in the world, she had to come walking into mine. This is my relationship with exercise.)
The one thing I've been absolutely proud of during the last year is attending and sticking with bootcamp. I've written about it before, but wanted to revisit the subject as I'm walking around like someone kicked me directly in the shorts.
It hurts everywhere. Literally. If I sit too long and suddenly get up, everything screams.
So, you may ask yourself why am I doing this to myself. Me, too!
I'm doing it because:
1. It makes me feel good.
2. No lie, I feel like a badass when I'm done with class and I'm all sweaty and in pain....but it's a great pain.
3. I didn't think I could do it.
And you know what? The great thing about thinking you can't do something is that there are no expectations whatsoever.
Now, if I could just apply this mentality to anything/everything I do in my world. HA!
I am my own worst critic. If I can't do it the best or have it look perfect, it's not worth my time. But, I think as I get older I'm learning about the term 'good enough'. It's not perfect, but I tried my best and this is the way it looks. I should be proud of that, too. And so should you for that matter.
Repeat after me: Good enough is okay sometimes.
I will practice this mantra in the days ahead and let you know how that goes. It might be the Thrilla in Manilla for that angel and devil on my shoulders, but I'm gonna give 'er the old college try.
Now, for those of you who are beginning something/going through a journey, here's my two cents worth of unsolicited advice to you:
1. Share. Share your journey. I don't care if it's calling your best friend or writing a blog. Share it. Share your experiences.
2. Give yourself a break if you do miss a class/fall off the wagon/don't do laundry for two weeks.
3. Jump back on that wagon.
4. Buy into the hype. If you're anything like me, you love the motivational posters/sayings on Pinterest. I love them. I feed off of that type of stuff. I still cannot make it through Martin Luther King's 'I have a Dream' speech without crying. I still cry at the end of Dances with Wolves. I get sniffly over 'You had me at Hello...." Do whatever you need to do to get motivated for the task at hand, no matter how big or how small.
5. Adopt the Stuart Smalley attitude of living: "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and darn it all, people like me."
Okay, I'm done with my break and need to get back to CV editing and swilling down my first water bottle full of water for the day. Tonight, I'll be hanging in the back row at bootcamp (seriously, I'm THE most uncoordinated person in the world...I ain't standing up front. I leave that for the 25 year olds.) with my purple weights and sweating profusely but when I walk out the door tonight, I'll be tickled shitless that I did it again.
So, tell me, what's standing in the way of you doing what you want/need? I wanna hear about it. Or your journey that you're taking. Tell me. :chinhands: