In January of last year, I decided to start taking fitness and creating a healthier life for myself seriously. It was odd because this was not a goal or resolution of mine. I randomly did it.
I have learned a lot over the past twelve months. I have had to debunk many myths and get out of certain habits that I needed to break.
Before 2021 I would go to the gym a day there a day here. A week straight and then nothing. Building and creating a consistent routine was the most critical part of taking fitness seriously.
I have had to overcome the fact that I can follow someone else’s workouts to T, but I will never look like them, and that was tough. But wouldn’t it be boring if we all looked the same?
I stopped calling this a “journey.” As journeys can have an end date. Instead, I try to make it part of my life and routine as I do not want to stop.
I have not learned this one yet, but I’m trying not to feel guilty when I do not work out. When I get really into a routine of working out and breaking that routine, the amount of guilt I feel is ridiculous.
I have learned that progress is not linear, and even though there will be setbacks, I am strong enough to overcome those challenges.
Overall, I am proud of myself for sticking to this. I feel stronger, it helps with my mental health, and I work out because I want to take care of myself, not because I hate myself.