Seriously. Can I be honest with you? I don’t get that “runners high” so many people chase by logging mile after mile running. I actually hate working out in general. I hate giving up carbs and sugar. I love glasses of wine and big dinners. I love Chick-Fil-A. And I really love these things called Snicker bars. But my weight is the highest it has ever been. My energy levels? Let’s just say I could fall asleep when Jeopardy is on TV. I let my baby and work be the excuses not to do anything about it last year but this year it has to stop. So I have started walking lots of miles. I eat less “shudder” carbs. And I am drinking less wine.
And this week? I ran. Almost a mile straight. I thought I would pass out and my legs felt like jelly, but tomorrow I will do it again. I am going to do it not because I get that runners high but because I want to smile when I see photos of myself or pass a mirror. I want to be able to keep up with my active son. I want to like me more and I like me better when I try harder.
I realized if I am going to be a health and wellness advocate I need to physically be a better billboard! I am pretty sure that the run down, squeeze into outfits, can’t keep up with my toddler me is not the appearance I want to give off to others. Nor is it how I want to be. I let denial rule me for so long but no longer!
The struggle is real though. There have been days this past month when working out didn’t happen. Or the Snickers bar magically appeared in my mouth somehow. But I am not giving up. So here is to month two: Let’s do this! Here is to trying harder and chasing that mythical runners high.