About three months ago, I realized that I couldn’t go up a flight of stairs without getting winded. I’ve never been in peak physical condition but this was unacceptable, so I decided to make some lifestyle changes. I wanted to eat better, improve my body composition, and gain some strength.
So far, it’s worked pretty well. I’ve lost 12 lb. and 3″ off my waist, I can exercise over 30 min without thinking I’m going to die, I have more energy, and i’m not constantly cold anymore.
I noticed a thing, though. I have this weird desire to tell people about exercise. It’s as though it doesn’t count somehow if I don’t let people know what I’m doing. It could be habit; I tell people about the majority of my life, and this is the latest facet. I like to share milestones whenever I hit them and complain that my legs feel like jelly after the hated jump squats.
It’s not evangelistic, really. Sure, I think that everyone should be healthy, but my path to health is not going to be everyone’s and I don’t want to convince anyone that I know what I’m doing. When it comes to food and nutrition, sure, I will give advice. That is something I have studied for years and I try to keep up on the research done in food science. I am not a nutritionist but I’m pretty good for a lay person. Not so regarding fitness. I am still very much a novice at this.
I think what it might be is that fitness is now on my mind. A lot. I spend 30-45 min a day six times a week exercising. I try to use the standing part of my desk 3-4 hours a day at work. My food choices are more considered than six months ago. And my body is sore. All the time.
Yes, I am stronger and have more endurance than I did. I am also constantly trying to push my muscles as far as they can safely go. Note I did say safely. I have not injured myself so far, and I have every intention of keeping it that way. But muscle soreness means that i have tiny constant reminders that I am in the process of changing my body composition.
To tell the truth, I kind of hate exercising. I know that there are people who supposedly like it. At times I get glimpses of what that must be like. Mostly, I like having exercised. I like the sense of accomplishment once I’m done, and I like seeing the progress I have made.
To me, fitness is an exercise in grit. I do not have much grit (or stick-to-it-ness) naturally. I get frustrated and discouraged very quickly. A few weeks ago, I was listening to the Hidden Brain podcast and the subject was grit. One of the tidbits that I pulled from it is that while some people do have more naturally, grit is something that is cultivated. So that’s what I’m doing.
It has most definitely occurred to me that I could just be obnoxious in talking about this. It’s a legitimate concern. I don’t really want to bore or alienate my friends by talking about something that truly only concerns myself. I’ll try to rein it in. In return, please understand: this is my life now. I’m trying to adjust.