It so happens that for my 100th post, I get my first blog award!
Where does this motivation for getting fit come from? What is the right kind of motivation? How do I channel this motivation? How do I sustain this motivation?
These are questions that should have come into my mind when I started my journey of fitness 2 years ago. If they had, a lot of the problems I faced could have been avoided. But then, this blog post would not have materialized. I want to share what happened to me, mentally, over the course of these 2 years.
You must be wondering if I did anything right at all…
That’s one of the downsides to learning to do something alone. The learning curve cannot be cut in the middle. You will only learn by doing the wrong things.
Continuing from where I left off in the last post, after I figured out that rest is just as important as working out, I faced a big block.
By this time, working out had become a part of my life, my schedule. It was a habit that I had started to love and enjoy. Naturally, I wanted to do more. I wanted to do more so that I could have fun and see the results that I wanted to see as soon as I could possibly see it. But my body? My body wasn’t willing. It needed the rest.
So, after that epic fail with the 18 day abs saga, I…..DID NOT give up!
No sir. A normal person, with a normal goal of a 6 pack, and a normal desire to look really sexy would have given up. But me?
I was OBSESSED. I wanted that 6 pack at any cost. I was convinced that the 6 pack is the epitome of fitness. And I continued to work towards it.
Everyday, I would wake up 30 minutes earlier than normal, get a mat and start. Crunches. Bicycle crunches. Planks. Sit ups. High knees. All of the basic, simple exercises that every fitness guru in the world recommends. No, guarantees. Guarantees that it’ll give the 6 pack abs you want.
Lately, I’ve become super passionate about rock climbing. Now, if you are scratching your head, let me tell you this: rock climbing, and climbing in general is a legit sport.
In response to Daily Post’s writing prompt: (YAWN)
Boredom is what I’m going through this semester.
People cry, because they have long weeks. Every Friday evening is seen as Christmas, for all they care. And all they want in life is a life where they don’t have to work and can do whatever they want.
I seem to have got their prayers manifested in my life, because that’s what I have this semester. I have a 3 day week. Yes, you read that right, it’s not a typo. Continue reading
Hello! Tell me, how was your day? No, I’m not asking you so you can tell me, “it was fine” or “it was good”. Really, HOW was it? What did you do? How did you do it? Why did you do something? What did you get out of today? Something, anything?
The reason I’m asking you this is that, I’ve realized something. The most important thing in the world. It is certainly not money, not comfort, not travel.