So, honesty time. A few weeks ago, I had an allergic reaction, ended up having to epi pen myself and took a nice ride in an ambulance. Don’t worry, all is well here in my world. You know what happened though for the entire week after this little episode? Nothing. That’s right, absolutely nothing. My throat closed up for a morning and I got spooked BIG time. I didn’t go to the gym the entire week that followed, and I can admit, I was scared. I was scared that my asthma was going to get in my way if I tried to do some cardio, that I was going to have an asthma attack in the middle of my gym and that I would be the biggest huffing, puffing mess in front of a bunch of fit strangers.
So, I didn’t go to the gym. Instead, I let my fear get in the way of my goals. Has this happened to you? What is it that stops you dead in your tracks? The thing that gets in your head and repeats over and over again that you simply can’t do it. You can’t become the thing that you want to be. You can’t be that amazing person that works out and eats well and achieves their monstrous goals. That you can’t be anything more than the blob you always have been. I don’t know what it is for you, but for me it is that elephant in the room that stares me down every time I head to the gym – my lungs.
Well, thank goodness for my husband. After a week of fear and laziness, he simply said, “Hey, when are you getting to the gym?” I love this. He wasn’t saying that I was fat (believe me), he wasn’t calling me lumpy or overweight or anything like that, but he was simply calling me out, because he knows what my goals are and what I want to do. I need that. I need that accountability and reminder to get going. I need the reminder to let the silly fear in my head go and to simply go be me – work out hard and do what I am capable of doing (not the extremely built people that lift more than my bodyweight times 5). And you know what? It worked. Last week was a crazy busy stressful week, but I got to the gym – 4 times. And this week, I’m heading there again, at least 4 times.
We can either continue to live in our fears, letting those conquer and settling to be what we always have been, or we can acknowledge what our fears are and push pass them to become what we want to be. I’m for that. So, keep rocking it out and getting it done, Fit Mitt Reader World. Hope that it is a great week for you all!