I fought to work out today.
The past 3 weeks has been a whirlwind. I said I wouldn’t compromise my exercise because it is my medicine for my body and my mind. But circumstances have put outside of my usual pattern. So 3 weeks I had to do something else during that allotted time instead of my workout. Panic, peace, positive purpose have been my circular pattern. But after this week of my opening down in the history books and a full nights sleep. I woke up and I knew it was a brand new day. But the habits of late formed in my mind have crept in whispering “you can hold of again today”. I said, I know who you are. You are not the me I want to be. I don’t believe you so shut the f@ck up! I got up and checked in with the family to see if it was ok I continued on to my workout. It was the hardest of all. I felt my body weaker from being off. It messed with my mind. But I ignored it. I just kept going. I held to my truth of grace and patience, love, peace and needing not to impress. Just a congratulatory hand and smile for carrying on. It hurt, my chest hurt, my muscles burned. I felt weak. But I finished and knew that I was made to persevere because I am here for others.