I always have this struggle to love my body and the image I see every time I look at the mirror. People would say 'You're not that fat', 'You're already beautiful', and other positive things but deep down when my demons don't cooperate with me, it's too much to take.
There are days that I am well aware of how beautiful I can be inside and out. I thank the genes that runs in the family but there are also days that shit just happens. Despite how beautiful someone can be, it's hypocrite thing to say that we don't have insecurities once in a while. It's also difficult when the body I have doesn't give me the boost.
Ages ago, I'd exercise for the sake of aesthetics but as my maturity widens, I thought more of the long term benefits that I am going to reap. I don't only think of the physical changes that will occur but also the good changes that will happen inside me like for my mental health. Through that I was able to lose three kilograms in less than a month and next, another two kilograms. Some of you have witnessed my body changes and the struggles I dealt when I was still active in blogging more than a year ago, you could really say I've improved for the better.
Throughout this journey, I have plenty of fail attempts to just do it and of course, as a lazy couch potato, I'd say 'it's fine' as an excuse. I deserve rest which is true. Haha!
Take a break, baby.
I usually exercise for at least thrice a week and it's up to me to go the distance but I treat myself a much needed break. If I've already know that I gave myself the regular exercise it needed, then, I'm good.
"I've had a very long, hard day." - Chandler Bing of Friends
Yesterday, I had plans to exercise my lower body and stomach but the weather didn't cooperate by the time I went out the office. It was raining cats and dogs and by the time I was already walking home, I was soaking wet and the bad news was I had to continue walking despite the flood so my shoes were all wet. I felt so dirty and grossed with the splashy sound my feet were making while I walked wearing my wet black leather Converse sneakers. Urgh. I already had a bad time before I arrived the office yesterday because of a friend and the time in the office felt like years so I was really in a Chandler Bing mood above.
When I arrived home, I took a long shower and pampered myself. I binge-watched 'Once Upon A Time' season five and told my mom that I have plans to travel somewhere next weekend. Yeah, sometimes this Asian culture of asking permission from our parents if we have plans on going out even though we're already adults earning money sucks big time.
So I skipped exercising and just had my simple self-care agenda. I still have two days left to complete my regular exercise routine so that's fine. Exercising is also a form of a bond with ourselves but it doesn't only revolve with it so being a lazy couch potato is such a luxurious treat. So be a potato, okay?
Well, sad to say, it's also bad.
Losing weight due to exercise and clean eating is good and becomes addicting. I crave for exercises. When I'm stressed, I opt for hitting the gym or exercise at home and do a lil yoga here and there especially after having a sweaty session, I feel so fuckin' good. I feel like I unleashed the inner goddess within me but sad to say, overdoing it is bad. Good thing, I haven't done such a thing. That's why if I already completed my thrice a week routine, then, I'm good for the whole week.
So don't overdo it. As long as you did your part to treat your body nicely, give yourself a break. You still have weeks to go. There's a year for you to face and the coming years, too. Don't worry. Baby steps lead to huge changes so I repeat, don't overdo it.
What are your usual excuses not to hit the gym?
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