I honestly can't remember what I was thinking about last night when this popped into my head, but I've been thinking about it all morning. I've decided after this morning, that if I ever come up with excuses to not work out, I will always think of this quote. It's funny, but there's truth to it. I don't know about you, but after working out I always feel great.
This morning was pretty much the same as every other morning. E & I woke up, brushed our teeth and got ready for the day. I dropped E off at work and went to the gym. I had decided that this morning was going to be the morning that I started working out at the gym again. I'm enjoying my walking/running routine and have stuck to my schedule, but I want to get back into lifting weights on a regular basis. I'm a pretty strong lady, and I enjoy lifting heavy weights; not to mention, I love it when I leave the gym covered in sweat.
I pulled into the gym parking lot and parked our car. Then I saw a gorgeous girl with the "perfect" fit body. I turned the key in my ignition, put my car in reverse, and drove home. The whole drive home I kept comparing myself to that woman. Her body seemed flawless to me, and just seeing her intimidated me enough to go home.
By the time I got home, I was furious with myself. Who cares if that woman has a fit body? What the heck does that have to do with me & my ability to go to the gym to work out?
The answer is absolutely nothing.
I'm never going to get my dream body by comparing myself to gorgeous people with "perfect" bodies. Obviously I have work to do in order to have the body I want to have, but if I keep comparing myself to everyone else, I'm never going to get there.
Once I got home, I turned on my iPod and went straight for my run. I blared my music and set my feet to the beat, and ended up shaving time off from my run on Tuesday.
Now that I'm home and have had a little bit of time to reflect on the experience and calm myself down, I realized that comparing myself to others will never be a motivational tool. Without fail, comparison only tears me down.
The comparisons end now.
I am not less of a woman because I carry more fat on my body. I am not less of a woman because I have scars all over my legs. I am not less of a woman because the muscles in my torso are not defined. I am not less of a woman because I wear a size medium t-shirt instead of a size small. I am not less of a woman because I can't workout without my face turning the color of a tomato. I am not less of a woman because I sweat like a man when I work out hard. I am not less of a woman because I'm not a size 0, 2, or 4. And I am definitely not less of a woman because I am in a beginning phase of working out.
I think I needed exactly something like this to help whip me into shape. The only person I need to compete with/compare myself to is myself from yesterday. I feel like I busted down a large personal barrier this morning and feel very proud of myself.
So, if you're thinking of skipping your workout, just think of all of the benefits & giggle at the quote from Legally Blonde above.
Happy Thursday, y'all.
xo
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