Better Days
5'5" 22 yearsHW-178 CW-169 GW-127
wickedlyhealthy
Garbage
Today I realized that exercising for myself is really not as hard as I make it out to be.
Exercising is like cleaning the house for me. Sure it takes maybe an hour or two and do I really want to do it? Nope. Not one bit.
But I do.
Then the house looks clean, I feel better in my surroundings and happier that I have removed all the garbage.
Exercising is the exact same for me. I don’t want to do it, it takes about the same amount of time, and I’m slowly removing garbage. Garbage such as toxins, extra pounds, and mental instabilities.
Of course you can’t remove those things in one fell swoop like you can with cleaning the house. But I think of my body like a house that has undergone years of hoarding.
My body has held on to all of it’s garbage like a lady who’s gotten a little in over her head and ended up on that tv show, Hoarders.
But as I am removing the garbage, I am rearranging too. I like to rearrange small things at a time. Same goes for my body. With this exercise, my body is changing and rearranging itself to become more comfortable.
That’s what we do when we clean. We may be uncomfortable doing it, but the outcome is usually one that makes us feel proud. It makes us feel more comfortable, more easily able to move around.
The body is the same.
I promise to keep cleaning. To keep up the removal and the discomforts of taking out the garbage and rearranging to make a more liveable me.