For as long as I can remember I have had a love-hate relationship with exercise and fitness.
I’ve always loved the idea of looking and being fit, and I’ve always hated exercising.
But I accepted working out as a necessary evil and even if only sporadically I would make myself workout.
From time to time (when I say time to time I mean every new year) I would recommit to fitness.
Each January, I would make a vow to myself that I would eat right and workout and achieve that beach body that I’ve always wanted.
But inevitably after a month or so of eating well and working out, I’d look in the mirror and be disappointed that I didn’t look perfect yet.
Or I would be tired of stepping on the scale and not seeing the number that I wanted to see.
Not getting the results I was looking for would feel really discouraging and my workouts would become less of a priority. I’d also begin to be less mindful about what I ate. I’d go back to working out inconsistently.
But recently my attitude towards diet and fitness has changed. Continue Reading…