My approach to leading a healthy lifestyle is all encompassing. I believe in being active, eating well, treating yourself within reason, and being mindful and present.
That said, despite the time I spend in The Gym or barre studio, meal prepping, writing about health and wellness, and playing Tetris with my macros, I’m far from the perfect barre instructor, personal trainer, and health blogger.
Here are some of my fitness confessions:
- My WAG coach gave me some tough love last week. I only hit my macros 1 out of 7 days, and there were at least three days in which the fat macro was far too high and the protein macro far too low. This week has been much better after Ashley’s very nice and right to the point “come to Jesus.”
- I get mad at the scale. I let that number get in my head, even though my measurements are shrinking and I don’t own a pair of jeans that fit anymore. The scale number has gone UP since starting WAG, but the measurements have gone down, my PRs up. Yet, I still get discouraged. I hate the power those three digital numbers can have on me some days.
- Cookies are my kryptonite. I can ignore donuts and breakfast pastries. Office birthday cake and gourmet chocolate. Put out a plate of cookies though, and I’m hard pressed to turn them down. When cookies come out, my macros weep.
- I hate cardio. I like to call it “cardiNO.” HIIT circuits are one thing. Running for an extended amount of time, rowing, the assault bike… Nah. Still, I do it. You can’t out lift bad conditioning.
- I catch myself playing the comparison game. I’ll think ‘she’s so much stronger than me’ or ‘her legs look so much better than mine.’ It’s a game I scold others for playing, so I know better. All the same, I do it anyway.
- Sometimes, the last thing I want to do is go to the gym. I want to sleep in, not do a drop set on leg curls, and completely bypass overhead presses, particularly if they are of the log press variety. I go anyway. You get what you put in, and I’ve never once regretted getting out of my nice warm bed at 5AM for a workout once I’m in the middle of it.
- My mirror tells a lot of lies. I’ve talked openly about my struggle with body dysmorphia. It’s an ongoing battle of not seeing one’s self properly. This will likely be something I struggle with for a long time to come.
- Shopping gives me anxiety. In line with the body dysmorphia, I never get the right size. Most women love shopping. I’m just happy if I don’t have to send something back to Nordstrom or ask a room attendant for another size. It’s not a fun experience for me.
I think I’ll make Fitness Confessions a regular thing around here – I always have something fitness-related to confess!
What are your fitness confessions?