Several days ago I issued a fitness challenge to myself and asked you, my darling readers, to join in if you felt so led. Many of you did and either commented or personally messaged me, much to my delight. After all, it’s much easier to accept a challenge if you’re not in it alone.
Here we are, a week later. How are you all doing? My goal was to engage in purposeful exercise for at least 30 minutes each day and I’ve been pretty successful, I feel. Now, I didn’t say I’ve been perfect.
I’m not like those others fitness challenge girls. You know the ones…they’re perfectly fit with excellent physiques, sculpted everything. I’m not committed to completely clean eating. I don’t show my six-pack abs at the gym when working out (mainly because I don’t have them to show). I don’t post pictures on Instagram of my sleek, amazing yoga poses (because I cannot get into sleek, amazing yoga poses). I’m not one of those fabulous girls. Yet.
I’ve wanted to be one of those girls. Let’s be honest. If your Fitness Fairy Godmother could wave a wand and make you magically and instantly fit, tight and toned, you’d certainly let her, right? Me too! I know these girls we see on YouTube, Instagram, Pinterest, and Facebook work their butts off (literally!) to achieve this level of fitness and strength.
And that’s the scary part for me. It takes WORK and lots of it. It’s exhausting and overwhelming to even consider much less do. Simply beginning or even knowing how to, is a challenge in and of itself.