If you’ve been following me here or on twitter for a while, it’s no secret.
I’m a weirdo.
I’m one of those people who, more often than not, enjoys working out. I'd say it's about a 70/30 split.
I’m competitive by nature and working out gives me my “fix.” On the days that I’m in the gym with other people, I love seeing the looks on their faces when they try to keep up with me. On the days that I’m in the gym alone, I’m competing with myself and trying to do more than I did the workout before. I love the endorphin high I get after a great workout and I love feeling like I've accomplished something and pushed myself beyond what I thought I was capable of. I love that when I’m in the middle of an academic monsoon or when life in general just gets crazy, a good workout can clear my head, melt away some of the stress, and get me centered and energized for whatever’s coming my way.
Don't get me wrong though. There's days I have to force myself to do it. There's days I'm crankypants the whole time I'm in the gym. There’s days I’m scowling the whole time I’m working out because I’d rather be getting an extra hour under the covers, but I still go and get it done. I get it done because I know that if I can just push myself to just get through it, I'll feel amazing when I'm done.
How do I stay motivated? Well, being this scorching doesn't just happen… LOL!!! Seriously though, my biggest motivation comes from my injuries. If I take a few days off from the gym, I feel my knees starting to stiffen and my back starting to tighten. Working out literally and figuratively keeps me mobile. My health is also a huge motivating factor. To me, the true fruits of my labor show up on my lab results namely in my lipid panel and my a1c.
The hardest part of staying motivated is when I'm having glucoaster days and just don’t feel like it. Or when I have a bad post-workout low and I have to get over that fear of it happening again and get my ass back into the gym the next day.
Honestly, motivation is the thing that I’m struggling with the most right now. 2 months ago, I injured my left hip and found out that I have trochanteric bursitis. I was recently given the go ahead to get back in the gym and every time I workout, I feel myself getting discouraged because everything is so much more difficult than I remember. Working out has never been easy for me, but finding it this difficult is a blow to my ego. It makes me question my skill when, after 10 years of being faithful to the gym, 2 months of having to “take it easy” and not do as much leg work as I’d like has set me back. I feel as though I’m starting all over again. It’s incredibly frustrating and there’s many times during my workouts that I just want to stop.
But the next day, I’m reminded of how far I’ve come. I wake up without much muscle soreness to speak of and I’m reminded that the strong diabadass who (no joke) broke an elliptical during a normal cardio session and does leg workouts that have brought big strong men to their knees is still in here. She just happens to have a longer vacation in mind than I do.
And when I hit the gym again tomorrow, I’ll be one step closer to making her see things my way.
This post is my March entry in the DSMA Blog Carnival. If you’d like to participate too, you can get all of the information at http://diabetessocmed.com/2011/march-dsma-blog-carnival