Went to the gym for approximately 10 minutes today. I used to force myself to the gym or outside for running for multiple hours a day, no rest days. Today I thought I wanted to work out, so I went@to the gym. I started, and lost all drive@to continue. I switched up the workout a few times and nothing was working, so I just decided not to beat myself up about it and I went home. There are other things to do today, and I wasn’t having fun (unpopular opinion: working out should be enjoyable for the most part), so I decided to go home, shower, eat lunch, and get some other things off my to-do list.
If I hate what I’m doing (in the case of working out, today), it makes it so much harder to work out in the future. If I enjoy what I’m doing, I’m going to want to move my body more in the future. So today I’m resting and not compensating through what I choose to feed myself or other actions.
It’s weird to think I was once an exercise addict to now not even pretending to beat myself up over skipping the gym. Progress is cool. Recovery is great.
Fun food find today for lunch! I don’t avoid dairy or meat—as in, I don’t label my eating (vegan, vegetarian, etc.), but I do swap out some things for others for ethical reasons when I’m doing well in my recovery.