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Too much pressure.
I’m having one of those weeks.
A week where working out feels like such a chore… no… it feels like a big oppressive ogre who is breathing down my neck asking me when I’m going to workout, what I’m going to be doing when I workout, and am I going to make sure that I feel completely wrung out when I’m done.
And then, he criticizes all of my answers… “Oh, you’re going to do THAT again? You are going to up your weights, run harder, do more cardio – right?!?”
And when I start to contemplate all of that, I start to feel pissy about my workouts. My inner 3 year old rises up and stamps her feet and yells “I don’t wanna workout!”
Then she throws herself on the floor and kicks and screams and carries on… the 36 year old has to come pick her up and soothe her and remind her why she works out, how good she’ll feel afterwards…
Working out isn’t always on my favorite things list.
WHAT?!? But I’m a fitness expert. I’ve confessed my LOVE of fitness over and over again. I’m passionate about helping people be less intimidated by fitness. ME? Averse to working out?!? How can that be?!?
Too much pressure that’s how. I’m striving. I’m pushing too hard. And I’m beating myself up way too much.
When I put pressure on myself, I do it in such a sneaky way that I don’t realize I’m doing it for weeks. I don’t realize it until I get to this breaking point… I realize I’m pressuring myself too much when I start dreading my workouts. And beyond that, the thought of working out makes me feel stifled, stuck, stagnant.
The pressure comes from me having a goal, and then wanting instant gratification. Everything has to happen in Jenn Time (instantaneous) or I get really frustrated.
For example, right now, I’ve got 4 more pounds to lose before I reach my ultimate goal weight.
I keep watching the scale like a hawk. Every time it shifts even a few ounces in the wrong direction, I mentally beat myself up and tell myself things like, I must not be working hard enough; why’d ya have to go and eat that cookie last night; what were you thinking not doing bicep curls yesterday; you didn’t run hard enough on Sunday – you could have done more.
UGH! Two weeks of talking to myself like that… no wonder I want to rebel.
So how do I get out of this cycle? I remember how far I’ve actually come. I look at my life 1 year ago… 40 pounds heavier, depressed, zero passion in the work I was doing… It’s been a helluva journey.
And then, after I remember where I’ve come from and what I’ve accomplished, I remind myself that if I take a week, and just do activities that I find completely fun (like, riding bikes with my daughter around the neighborhood, or playing ball with her in the yard, or even dancing with her in the living room), I’ll still get all the benefits of fitness. I’ll feel refreshed, and I’ll feel ready to take on the harder workouts next week… and I may even look forward to them.
Fitness isn’t about torturing yourself with some activity that you despise. Listen to your body, listen to what it needs (because it does change), and do the things that bring you joy.