For the last couple of weeks I have been wanting to get up and start using the gym that is available to the residents where I live. Due to some minor depression and anxiety issues I just haven't had the motivation. A week ago after talking to my amazing Dr. I got my meds changed and I have been able to get up before lunch the last couple of days.
So this morning I was up and going put on my running shorts, tied on my Nikes and headed to the gym. For a total of 30 mins... I haven't really realized how out of shape I have gotten till now. I used to be able to run a mile and a half and then do weight training afterwards. I was surprised that after 20 mins on the eliptical I was ready to die. I was heartbroken. How could I have let myself get this bad? I knew that I hadn't been exercising, but how bad could it be. Well I was shown how bad it could be by how quickly it took me to wear completely out.
So after my measly 30 mins. total at the gym I hobbled home in shame up the three flights of stairs (which didn't help anything) a sweaty mess. It wasn't till I got in and started thinking that I realized I went. If nothing else I got off my tush and went and did something. It may not have been much, I may not be running a marathon (or even a mile) tomorrow, but I did something. This is so much better than I have done in at least a year and a half.
So I have vowed to not be so hard on myself. As long as I get up and keep going I know I will get better and more fit, and that's all that matters at this very moment!
Lovelies you are all awesome and you can do anything you put your mind to!