Finding My Way Back To Me

So I realized something very important this week, I love the Y and everything that it has to offer.  I found myself there months ago very confused and overwhelmed with all of its' toys.  I remember doing the walk through with a couple friends of ours, and didn't believe I would ever be comfortable on anything but the treadmill.  I can walk slow and fast on that thing, is what I was thinking.  I saw the other cardio equipment and had no desire to conquer the fear of sweating on one of those.  I remember peaking in on the pool and feeling embarrassed by just the thought of putting a bathing suit on and being around complete strangers.  I watched people jogging around the track and wished I could one day have the stamina to keep up at that pace, which later I would call a slow pace.  In the months that followed I took classes at the Y, not many but a few.  I found Zumba fun and a wonderful fifty minute cardio routine.  A couple other classes I tried were, step aerobics and their version of kick boxing, I even attended a yoga class.  I will wander back to the yoga class again I'm sure but for now I like going to spin class.  It's one night a week and boy do I sweat in that class.  Riding a bike never hurt so good.  It didn't take long for me to realize that I can do anything at the Y as long as I wanted to.   As much as I enjoy the Y, for some reason I strayed away.  

I made excuses as to why I wasn't going, came up with what I said was a better plan of action.  I planned on walking more often, but I didn't.  I just let myself go and became super lazy.  I even thought about doing a program called Insanity, which I tried but just don't find it for me.  I may try it again at a later time, but for now I just can't do it.  So I thought about it and decided the one thing I enjoyed and worked was me devoting time to the Y.  

So this week I started working on me again.  Time set aside for my well being and health is just as important as house cleaning and laundry.  I have to have a plan and follow through with it.  My eating habits aren't horrible, maybe could be a little better but that's okay.  I did a mini workout here at home followed by two consecutive days at the Y.  Luckily I had a partner in crime on the first day back to the Y, it's always nice working out with someone.  The next day which was this evening, I had spin class.  I showed up almost a half hour early so I could do a mini ab workout first.  Feeling my muscles hurting and sweat dripping are small reminders of the hard work one must put in if they want to live a healthier life.  I love the way my body feels the morning after an awesome workout.  

This week may not have been what I planned on last week but it was exactly what it was supposed to be.  I found my passion again.  I may be working out a little more by myself, time restraints may keep me from having my partner in crime there but that's okay.  I know how to use all the machines and what works good for me so gone are the excuses.

It's only been one week, but what a damn good week it's been!