When I tell you I dislike exercise, I really and truly dislike exercise. To be quite honest, I hate to say that because fitness is something I advocate these days.
You see, I'm not a gym-rat. I'm not that girl who gets excited about waking up and running on a treadmill. It's a dead-end street and people, myself included, aren't exactly thrilled about exercise machines going nowhere.
If you've kept up with me over the years, you know my story. You know that weight fluctuation is something I've had to deal with most of my life, well, at least since my last pregnancy—25 years ago. I wrote a big spiel about this some time back so I won't go into detail but, yes, my roller coaster weight scale had been a chaotic mess at one point.
FAST FORWARD AND HELLO TWENTY-17
I am no longer the girl I used to be. In fact, what I am today is a woman in charge.
I know what I want and I know what I don't want.
And defaulting back to the person I used to be, is someone I will never be again.
I LOVE TO EAT!
Don't get me wrong, I still have my days, my challenges, my setbacks, but I also know my balance.
I know my body is made in the kitchen and every single thing I put in my mouth has to be accounted for. I'm not a crazy-counting, calorie-obsessed, diet guru, but portion control is something I have to practice.
With that said, I love food (and life) too much to deprive myself. So I live by the 80:20 rule. Meaning that 80% of the time, I'm a healthy eater and 20% of the time, I'm a bad girl in the kitchen.
WHAT MOTIVATES ME?
Workout clothes! An old, cut-up t-shirt, a new pair of running shoes, or a sweet set of yoga pants all get me excited. Mind over matter I suppose; whatever it takes, right? For me, it's about feeling good.
Deion Sanders once said:
"If you look good, you feel good. If you feel good, you play good. If you play good, they pay good."
And it's true.
Of course he applied this to football but in all actuality, it can be viewed as a metaphor for life in general.
Take it from me—someone who knows what it's like to be fat, and skinny, and fat, and skinny—it's never too late. You just have to want it bad enough.