I don’t exercise to fit into my clothes. I exercise to fit inside myself. My body and brain don’t feel right when I don’t exercise. I feel sluggish and stupid. I feel out of sorts.
I exercise so my joints work without hurting. I exercise so my muscles are strong enough to lift what I need to lift. I exercise so I can sleep well. I exercise so I don’t get angry all the time, so I can think more clearly, so I can have some space in my head for the thoughts I want to think. Exercise shakes out all the rusty bits. Exercise stops me from feeling rusty in body, mind, and soul. Things just work better when I take care of myself.
Every now and then I’ll take a break. Every now and then I “cheat” for a week and I’ll not walk at lunch, or I’ll sit more than I should at work. Every now and then I just don’t want to go to the Y. Usually I’ll spend the same week eating sea salt caramel gelato, sour cream and onion potato chips, and drinking Yoo-hoo chocolate drinks.
The only person I’m cheating on is myself. I’ll feel fine for a bit, and then it catches up with me. Then I feel terrible and I hate being inside my body, because I’ve put bad stuff in it and I haven’t done anything to get it out. Then I start up again right where I left off. Exercise gets out all the bad stuff.