Last night at about 7:00pm I launched my comeback. I realize that a few weeks ago I attempted this however after two weeks of really struggling, I had to reassess. Seems that I attempted to move forward while still holding on to the past with a death grip and I ended up not moving forward but actually a little backward (that past sure has a strong grip!).
I don’t know why last night I made these realizations, but here they are:
A) I cannot have it all. Anyone who tells you that you can have it all is lying to you. It is very rare the person who can eat whatever they want and exercise a little (or barely at all) and has the genetics to look like a bombshell. Now, blogland would have you believe that this is more common than it actually is. We normal folk need to choose between either eating crap and accepting the outcome or eating well and exercising and embracing the outcome. I can’t eat chocolate and ice cream and drink beer and still expect to have all the same energy and dynamo as when I eat healthy.
B) I had a car accident and ended up injured. I’ve spent the last couple of months being gentle and “taking it easy”. At this point my “recovery” has stalled and I quasi-regularly have discomfort and pain when I do certain things. Since lazing about (and losing hard-gained muscle) doesn’t seem to be helping I’m going to create pain to cure pain. Get me?
C) What I look back on and perceive as easy is actually hard work veiled in a haze of accomplishment and happy-endorphins. It was never easy, it has always, always been difficult.
I saw this quote come across my Twitter feed yesterday (if you don’t follow me on twitter, why not?) and it drove home everything that I’d been thinking about: “Don’t talk about it. Be about it.” So ya….let actions do the talking…..because otherwise one runs the risk of becoming a has-been mouthpiece….you know, those people who walked the walk in the past but talk the talk now like it’s current?
All that said, I knew getting up for the gym this morning was going to be difficult. Just before bed I said out loud what I was going to do a couple of times and made sure I had everything ready. I chanted affirmations about my comeback and my motivation while I fell asleep and then every time I woke up in the night I said them again to try and prevent turning my alarm clock off/resetting it prior to 4:30am. It must’ve worked because at 4:29am I was out of bed and dressed, blearily tweeting my success and heading out the door.
I left Stage One behind and moved forward to Stage 2. Part of my hold-up regarding starting it was the lack of equipment available in the ladies area to do the first move. How dumb, right? There are eight exercises in the Workout A and I couldn’t do the first one so I just stayed stuck? I subbed in something similar for the first one and then got the rest of it underway. And holy SMOKES, did I burn up my muscles, makes me realize I had completely adapted to Stage One’s exercises. I could barely walk down the moving ramp when I left the gym, my legs were jittery jello and shampooing my hair & brushing my teeth was a challenge as well! And I wouldn’t give that feeling up for the world.
My comeback is securely launched this time, my head is in the right space, my system is detoxed of sugar and instead of unsure, hesitant, beaten down self talk I have powerful, positive mantras to replace it. I refuse to give back one more fibre of my muscle, one more second of my time or one more ounce of my healthy weight to a crappy accident and a bunny overload.