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Days like these are riddled with a lack of productivity and movement. I hate to accept that life is this way at times because it shouldn’t be. I am disgusted by the idea that I can be okay with sitting waiting for something to happen. It’s unlike me. Though it’s the reality of how things are… sometimes we mustn’t do anything but sit back and reflect. The person I was 2 years ago would’ve been okay with sitting waiting stuffing myself with artificial food and other normal poisons we consume which I still do from time to time. I say 2 years ago because that’s where it all began. I see it has a table-turning upside down a coin flip a whole revelation in my life the way I live, the way I think day to day every second of it.
I believe I started working out or I prefer the term exercising maybe 2 years or a little less than that. That single dedication to becoming a healthier version of myself changed my life and every aspect of it. No hyperbole needed. I can confidently say with no hesitation that I never have felt better than when I became dialed in with it. When I first started it was all vanity i simply wanted to look good and this crazy idea of how I wanted to be perceived physically. It was motivated by a picture sent to me by an ex girlfriend of mine the contents contained her current boyfriend at the time shirtless with bleah white calvin boxer briefs. It was a jab at me and who I was. It stung and it fueled that motivating to change/alter my body. The funny thing is the vanity and the obsession for working out later on came with so many other factors that improved my quality of life that I didn’t notice until later on. I realized later on that working out and this “journey” that i was on didn’t just enhance my body etc. but everything around it. The 15 minute walks in downtown felt easier, the 5 slices of greasy pizza i just ate tasted better, and sex well sex felt even better. I cant explain the sex feeling better so much all i know is if i could do a real time comparison of how fucking felt 2 years ago vs now. The differences would be astronimical. The 15 minute walk can be explained easily, you become healthier and by means more fit and by account hese strolls feel like a walk in the park because well you know what a real hard physical activity actually feels like. The food tastes better because your body is craving fuel and if you maintain healthy nutrition then those meals like greasy pizzas taste like heaven. If you do hard things the easy minuscule things in life become something you don’t break a sweat for. Do one hard thing a day and the rest become easy. I like to use this example.. Its morning and you’re a little more tired today you drag yourself to get on that run or do that workout that you deep down don’t want to fucking do but you fucking do it. Youre lungs are burning, legs are shaking, sweat dripping down your eyelids, and you feel like you just got hit by a truck in that moment. Its over though. You did that thing. That really hard fucking thing. You get in your car and you miss the green light by a split second and halt at a red light. All you want to do is go home and eat and wind down so its probably normal for you to show some frustration at this situation. You pause and it simply doesn’t matter it doens’t bother you because why would it? You just voluntarily suffered for an hour why would a little light stopping you for 1 minute at a crosswalk make noise within. If you do hard things the world around you becomes easy. I sound preachy and cringy and i apologize (not really) but its real and its been real for me for the past 2 years.
i’m by no means a motivational speaker and wish to be.
Have a killer day people.