A while back I started going to the gym semi regularly, working with a personal trainer I admire and like quite a bit. I stuck with it for about 7 months, but in preparation for Ireland I really just stopped with the intention of going back when I got home. I haven’t. Why?
I am chunky, I like food a lot, and I’m not talking about McDonald’s, I eat really healthy about 90% of the time, I love veggies, adore salad. I don’t eat a lot of meat, drink much soda, the only time I have sugar is if I have coffee, but no matter what I’m short and chunky. I am strong as hell, no lying. So what is my problem? I should go.
I was going to the gym for the wrong reasons. I wanted friends. I was lonely. I talked too much and didn’t focus on working out because I didn’t want to work out. I in fact hate working out more than almost anything on Earth.
I have a little theory about how the gym became a thing in the first place, it’s because the world got too easy, alllllll these great inventions to help us out basically ruined our fitness levels. Think about it, people used to get p at 5 a.m. cook, clean, work, chop, walk forever, tend fields, wash their clothing by hand, you wanna talk to your neighbor..better get to walkin’, wanna buy flour instead of milling it your damn self, saddle your horse and carriage, go to town, ride back, bake your bread..by hand.
Honestly the world isn’t better, it’s just less blood, sweat, and tears. We could go on to a whole other discussion about how gross and unhealthy our food has gotten.
I don’t want to go to the gym, I want to do stuff from sun up to sundown so I dont have to. Honestly, that seems much more appealing, because I’ll actually be getting shit done.
I don’t want to look like a super model, in fact I don’t even care if I’m skinny, I like my body, big giant ass and all.
I miss the people there, I may even try to go a couple days a week, but if something comes up, something outside, a chance to be with people I love, hiking, swimming, running outside in the world, I’m doing that instead.
We essentially live our lives transporting ourselves from 4 wall box to 4 wall box. Why? Why not be out in creation? Why not work harder on being active in our homes, turn off the TV, set the phone down, and chop some wood for God’s sake.
“But don’t you care how you look?”
No. I don’t. I think I’m beautiful. I am aging gracefully. I’m healthy, and I’m active. The resting bitch face is part of my charm.ha.
That’s all I have to say about that.