People always ask me how I am so motivated. Somedays this makes me laugh more than others. Today I did get up at 530 and run/ do my burpees. Yesterday I couldn't. That for me doesn't mean I skip a workout. That means I might have to do it later at night than I want, make it up later in the week- whatever it takes to make it work.
When I first started working out seriously, I admit that I needed external motivation. And fortunately for me (or not depending on your perspective) I had it in the form of a controlling bodybuilder boyfriend. He showed me how to lift and when I didn't feel like going or made excuses about how busy I was etc, I went anyways- mainly so he wouldn't be upset. Yeah that is an entirely different post called "Codependency" or something similar... And I don't feel like digging up that grave today.
By the time we split years later, I had found that I LOVED lifting. When I didn't do it, I felt like total shit. Crazy shit.
Don't get me wrong here.... I don't jump out of bed at 530 singing with the bluebirds about how I love cardio so. Some days I say fuck it- but I make it up. Or I adjust my diet. Or I take one less cheat. Or I do an upper body workout twice that week. I know what I have to do to be and stay where I want to be, and I also know that I get crazier and lazier the less I exercise. I have also learned that motivation comes from within. Trainers are great, as are workout buddies and anyone who helps you stay on track. Ultimately though, it's you who has to do the work and you who has to take your ass to the gym/ track/ class. With me though, there is a fine line between motivation and beating myself up. "Come on lady you can do this!" Can very easily turn into "get your fat ass on that treadmill. You ate _______yesterday and you need to burn it off!"
Like everything else.... It's all about balance.
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