I’m not saying that all men get a kick out of flexing their sweaty biceps in front of a mirror after dramatically throwing down something very heavy but… okay, that’s exactly what I’m saying.
Because life moves too fast and more often than not we spend our time playing catch up with life when life should be catching up with us.
That pretty boy whose body is his business card to get clients? Yeah, chances you won’t be able to look like that.
“It’s only for people who are already in shape.”
I’m just going to chug this entire water bottle halfway through the class. I’ll have to crawl my way to a water fountain when this is over.
I start seeing a trainer once a week. He’s hot, from Ohio, and likes to eat lettuce wraps from PF Chang’s. I like him and I think we have fun productive sessions together, but I still have no idea what the hell is going on. I do weightlifting, I think? I do cardio, I think? I drink four margaritas and eat guacamole and chips after a workout? Yes, that I know.
Healing isn’t about Band-Aids, because however tempting, they’re always, always temporary. Let yourself be held, if you have a holder. And if you don’t, that’s okay too, because you love yourself; you must always remember to love yourself.
Seriously, your #abs are not going to show with every like you get on Instagram, sorry to disappoint you.
We have to believe that if we take the risk to be confident, we’ll end up on the other side unharmed. Remember where you’re headed next. Know that you’re on a journey. And as you approach your obstacle, look up. Look up and jump.
Take one step at a time. Plan, and manage your time well. Wake up for class on your own. Manage your budget on your time. Work and earn your own money.