I didn’t track how long I swam or how far I went, how fast my laps were or how many calories I was burning. I was pissed and I just swam.
I was pissed that I’ve applied to over 50 jobs with absolutely no luck. I was pissed that even though I’m unemployed and have all the time in the world to meal prep and workout, I usually sit at home on the couch. I was pissed that I’ve been married for 6 months and have put back on all the weight (and then some) that I lost for the wedding. Last night I needed my husband’s help to get my arms out of my sleeves. I was pissed about that, too.
I’ve always been a strong swimmer, but you wouldn’t think it looking at me. Short and chubby isn’t a typical swimmers’ body.
But I’ve always loved it. I feel weightless in the water. I feel strong and powerful. When I was 8, I did a swim-a-thon where people sponsored kids per lap. My dad pulled me out of the pool after 85 laps, saying he would go broke if I did any more.
I’m not a natural athlete. I despise running - I hate feeling the weight of my chub pull me down and then flop back up with every step I take. Even so, in my wedding-prep last year, I did a 10k without stopping. I usually can’t do a push up to save my life, and my 28-year old arms have had a grandma-flap since high school. But in wedding-prep mode, I was up to 30 a day. Now I’m back to 0.
No more. No more excuses and no more feeling sorry for myself. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again, but this time, I don’t need a wedding to motivate my butt. This is it, team. This time, it’s a permanent lifestyle change.
Cheers to finding the exercise that makes you feel in control, the one you can do in a rage just because it makes you feel better, the one that gives your mind some much-needed perspective.
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