I know it's time to get on with our lives, but I am really having a hard time. I know many of you are finding solace in your workouts. I did RH the day after the attacks, when everything was still numb. I haven't done anything since. I have been experiencing such a change in myself. I always thought that I would still exercise even if no health benefits would come from it just for the joy of doing it. Now I wonder if I was being honest with myself. I no longer think it's all that important to lose those last ten baby pounds. I don't care anymore what size my hips are or if I have extra fat on my arms. I realize now that maybe I thought about it far too much before. I know what the important things are. While I am grateful for this epiphany, I know that I still haven't got it right. I still need to take care of myself, and exercise is such an important part of that. But then I think about all those people, dead or injured who cannot have this joy of movement, and I feel...GUILTY. I think of all those women in Afghanistan who don't even have the feedom to show themselves, much less worry about their bodies. They worry about how to feed their children. Why did I never think about how BLESSED we are? My husband is a Marine. I worry about his safety and the last thing I want to do is spend an hour away from him worrying about myself. I want to be with him every second I can, because the reality is that he could go any day and honestly may not return.
I'm looking for a reason. please give me motivation. Tell me what keeps you moving. Thanks.
Jackie
I'm looking for a reason. please give me motivation. Tell me what keeps you moving. Thanks.
Jackie