September to remember. The month began with my usual anxiety over hurricane season but turned into an internal hurricane of emotions and motivation. Getting over my anxiety and self-consciousness about exercise has been an ongoing battle for quite some time, and now I am trying yet again to face it.
Recapping everything I have done, I challenged myself to do three workouts a week, starting with ten-minute sessions, and to slowly work my way up to thirty-minute sessions over time. I learned that fifteen minutes is my sweet spot, although depending on the type of exercise, I could go longer.
My major takeaways this month, my body is weak and not as healthy as it appears to be on paper. I struggled with climbing stairs, walking long distances, various aches and pains, and poor posture. Even more evident is the fact that I have been happily ignoring this for quite some time. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. I have not been taking my health seriously at all. Stubbornly refusing to take even ten minutes to work on me has just been another form of self-sabotage, and why? I felt embarrassed to be seen even trying. The fact is people will judge whether or not I do it, so why not just do what’s best for me and to hell with them. Repairing over a decade worth of poor choices is going to take a long time.
Another thing I have noticed, is I tend to clock watch. Instead of being in the moment while exercising, I glance at the timer wanting to know how much longer do I have to do this? Is it boredom or is it laziness or is it me trying to find excuses to quit because it’s tough? I know I can’t continue this way. I have to keep going and experimenting and finding what works for me and what will make this fun for me and less of a chore. The answer is out there and I cannot allow myself to quit again. My quality of life is counting on me.
What are my nonscale victories? Climbing stairs is easier now. I can handle walking around more easily. I want to say I feel a slight improvement in my posture, but I’m not sure as yet. My work uniform feels a tad looser and as for my moods, some days are better than others.
My one-scale victory is I lost 1kg. I will not panic or fret over this. The key right now is to create something sustainable. Slow and steady wins the race.