Today was a good workout day. I don't want to go into depth about what I did because I don't want anyone to compare their regimens to mine. I was satisfied with the amount of physical activity I had today and that is all that really matters.
Somedays I feel absolutely indestructible. I feel like I could spend the rest of my life picking heavy things up and putting them back down. Sometimes I feel like working out will be my only true love. Sometimes I feel like exercising is the one thing to keep me sane. There are like 326548937 different feelings and thoughts I might have during my evening cardio sesh. Tonight I wasn't feeling many of them. I was fairly bored. I didn't really want to workout but I had already committed to a friend. I drug myself into the gym after taking a 15 min power nap in my car. The kind of tired where you curse as your alarm goes off. I got myself in the gym and then played some basketball until my friend arrived. I had fun with basketball but even with that I wasn't doing close to what I am capable of. My chest was real sore from the past couple days. I figured shooting some hops and jogging around wouldn't make much of a difference so I did it. Maybe I should've stuck with that. At least I was enjoying it. But I didn't. I did a workout with my friend. Which is totally cool and I didn't end up hating it. But I kept thinking about my body. Not about how my body appeared to others but about what my body was trying to tell me. My body wanted a break! I didn't give my body that break today. As I sit on the couch now I feel like it's resting but I can't help but know that my body didn't want to participate in this afternoon's workout. I'm sorry body. Maybe next time.
Please respect your body. After all, you only get one. Well, in special cases you could get some artificial body parts... BUT STILL!
Even though I let my head get the best of my body this afternoon I had other successes today where I did honor my body. I honored my body everytime I ate when I was hungry. I honored my body when I ate what I wanted. When I ate something I was craving even if some people would've said that it was a "bad food." I respected my body at crossfit when I didn't force my body to lift a weight that was to heavy for it. I scaled down and used a lighter weight. At the end of the workout I knew I could've and should've gone heavier so instead of beating myself up about it I just did some extra reps. At the gym I honored my body when I told my friend Sarah that I would not run with her. My knee was hurting as I was doing a lower impact movement so I decided not to push it. I want to be able to workout tomorrow and not feel injured. If I let ED decide he would've told me to run today. He would've have cared that my joint hurt. All ED cares about is appearance. ED and I have different goals.
I'm proud of myself for making good decisions today.
ED: Telling me not to honor my body Bre: Honoring my body.
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