So I’ve been thinking a lot about my fitness (or lack thereof) lately.
See, I had finally gotten to my goal weight, was in love with my legs, and felt strong, fit, and healthy.
And then I got overconfident and busy and lazy and stopped working out and eating moderate portions altogether. And while I’ve only gained back five pounds of the 20 I had originally lost, it’s made a huge difference in the way I feel.
I feel heavy and bloated and lethargic all the time. I miss the energy I had. I miss the sense of accomplishment and kickassery I got after finishing a HIIT workout. I miss the me-time.
And while waking up an hour later than I usually would has been nice (I’ve been sleeping in until 6:20 AM) feeling great is even better. I’ve learned that evening or night workouts just don’t workout well for me. I feel like I’m giving up family time to do them and then I give myself a guilt trip and either feel bad the whole time I’m doing it or just end up not doing it because I know I’ll feel like that. And morning workouts are a chance to get in some precious quiet thinking time to myself or blast the thoughts away with some music. They keep me focused throughout the day and conscious about what I’m eating rather than saying “fuckit, I’ll work it off later.”
So why write all of this down here? Well, so I can remind myself why I’ll be waking up at 5:20 during the summer. To remind myself that feeling energized is better than a sugar high. And to remind myself that me time makes me nicer, calmer, and more tolerant of other people in the mornings 😉