You know what?
I am not one one of those people that other people look at and think ‘Wow..I bet she works out every day.”
I hate that. My guess is that most people think “Wow she could really benefit from working out.”
Even my mum, who knows how much I work out, thinks I’m not doing enough. Bless her. She’s a little bit one track minded. Unless the exercise is doing any “good” which would mean that I’m actually “losing copious amounts of weight” she thinks I shouldn’t bother. I get it. Sometimes, I wonder the same thing. why bother? What the heck am I doing?
My intention in starting the #100Days workout challenge was to gain some momentum and workout regularly. I wanted to get back to the gym and I wasn’t reliable to go for the past many months. So, i came up with the challenge. And it’s been good. I have great upper arm strength, I can feel the muscles in my quads. My cardio still needs work but that’ll come. I lost 1lb in the past 5 weeks and I actually don’t even care. It’s about so much more than that now.
But I have to say…it really bugs me that when people look at me, they automatically assume I’m lazy, or don’t care about myself, or don’t take care of myself. Never mind that my heart is healthy, my hair has never looked healthier, my skin glows, and let’s face it..I look about 10 years younger than I am. My blood work always comes back fine, aside from the fact that as a life long vegetarian, my iron and b12 levels are always low. But no one cares when they look at me. To them I represent the “minority” of people who don’t take care of themselves.
Stop doing that. Stop assuming that I don’t take care of myself. Stop telling me about the latest diet pill or the latest in miracle juice cleanses or this awesome exercise class guaranteed to shed 10lbs in one class. Stop it. I have worked my butt off this past 97 days. I’m proud of my accomplishment, and for some reason, I still feel like I “should’ve” done more. I “should’ve” accomplished more. I should be the poster child for #100Day challenges.
But, I’m not. I’m just me. In this body. In this moment. Still trying to figure out how to get through the next 3 days…
And if it’s okay for me to say…I wish when they looked at me, people just saw me.