This is me after a workout. I am tired and sweaty and gross and blotchy and a total mess.
I really, really dislike working out.
I used to think that those people who exercise and take great care of their bodies were kind of crazy...regardless of being in incredibly good shape. I thought they were in the minority. I thought I was normal for eating chocolate after every meal and snacking on sweets throughout the day. Then I got pregnant and started eating better. Then I gave birth and had to work hard to get my pre-baby body back. Then I slipped and let it all go.
Recently I have realized that I'm in the minority. I don't take care of myself. And so I have started working out again. Five mornings a week for the past three weeks I have done either Pilates or Yoga (love them both) or walked/run on the trail by our house. And it feels good. Not before, certainly not during, but after I've finished and can sit and breathe and rest, it starts to feel great.
I have a long way to go. My eating habits are far from perfect. (I can honestly say I will never be a calorie-counter. I don't even own a scale. And I still sneak chocolate once or twice a day.) It will be a while before I can run for more than 30 seconds at a time. But I know I'm doing a good thing. I know it's a good thing because I have more energy during the day. I'm happier when I begin my day with exercise. And I know it because I'm setting an example for my daughter, who so excitedly does jumping jacks and the One Hundred with me every morning. I'm happy to be showing her how to take care of her little body that is so precious and important to me. I guess it just makes sense to finally be doing the same with my own.
And it really truly feels great.