So I've been going to the gym. That's exciting right? No. Not really. Not at all honestly. It gets quite boring when its literally the only thing you do every day besides blogging. In my post's title I stated that I'd give you the truth, and so I shall. I hate going to the gym, like hate it with everything I have. I hate walking the 3/4 mile it takes to get there and I hate walking the 3/4 mile it takes to get back. Some (like my parents) would say that I'm just being lazy, well I'm not. Walking to the gym and back actually gives me anxiety. Why, you ask? Well see I have to cross 6 intersections there and the same 6 while walking back. I know you're probably saying, "What? You didn't learn how to walk along a crosswalk when you were little? You're pretty pathetic." Well I actually did learn how to do that thankyouverymuch, but that's not the issue here. The issue here is that all of those intersections except one does not have an actual crosswalk to use, and it doesn't have a "walk/do not walk" sign to accompany it (#firstworldproblems). And since all of the intersections I have to cross are literally always busy I kind of have to just take my chances and hope the people driving are paying attention and I won't end up getting hit. There's been three instances where the drivers approaching either weren't paying attention or they just felt like they didn't have to yield for a silly little pedestrian, and continued to drive at a normal speed right towards me. Each of those times the drivers finally decided to stop maybe less than a foot away from me, so they wouldn't end up hitting me. So that was mighty nice of them. It's appreciated, it really is. So that's reason one why I don't like going to the gym. Reason two? Being in the gym in general gives me anxiety, okay not necessarily anxiety, but I feel uncomfortable. When I get passed the entry gates (of hell)(just kidding)(not really), head to the locker room, put my stuff away, and head to the cardio/weight room...I shit you not everyone looks at me. When I enter the room and walk past the stretching area everyone wants to take a moment to pause what they're doing and for that brief moment they stare at me. When I get off the elliptical and walk towards the weights every person doing weights wants to watch me. So me being the naturally self-conscious person that I am, I feel like either I've done something wrong or something is wrong with my appearance. You might think I'm just being overdramatic and that's not really what happens. No. I know when I'm being overdramatic and I will admit when I've over exaggerated things, in which this case I have not. Anyways, I don't know what the problem could be. Maybe they look because I'm tall? But I've been to the gym countless amounts of times, so surely everyone there has seen me at least once so it's not something they have to keep looking at me for. Its really annoying though. Reason three? Well I just hate the gym point blank period. In this case I am being lazy. I haaaaaate doing cardio, if I could skip it I really would. However it's a vital part of weight loss and I use it to warm up my ligaments, so I really can't skip it. It's so boring to me though! It's like, "Oh let me just spend 20-40 minutes of my life on this machine that simulates running or riding a bike while I listen to my music and stare into blank space." How is that appealing to anyone?! Then again, I guess going to the gym isn't supposed to be fun, otherwise everybody and they mama would be at the gym all the time. The only time I've ever actually liked going to the gym was when I had a personal trainer. You would think that having somebody tell you what to do and pushing you to get it done for an hour straight everyday wouldn't be fun. I actually quite enjoyed it. When I don't have a trainer or a gym buddy I can easily say to myself, "I'm really sore today, I'm not going.", or "I'm feeling really tired today, not going.", or "I've got a major headache, not feeling like going to the gym today", or my personal favorite just a simple, "Fuck that." Pardon my language. I tend to use these excuses all too often. Honestly I don't know what my problem is, I'll do really good for like two to three weeks and then I'll start to slack off. For example, when we arrived in Spain I started going to the gym everyday except for the weekends, I did that for 3 and a half weeks and started to see some results, after that I completely fell off. Which is really weird because more motivation is supposed to stem from seeing results, but it did the complete opposite for me. It started raining, no...it was pouring for 5 days straight so I used that as an excuse not to go. So now we're at present day, I haven't gone to the gym in close to a week and I feel really shitty about it. I won't go tomorrow and Friday because Mike and I will be in Girona for his test game. Which means I won't be able to go to the gym until Saturday. So Saturday is when I'll start again and since I don't have a trainer and no one to be my gym buddy, I'm using my blog in lieu of that. I'll use you guys to hold me accountable. Surprisingly after almost a week of not going to the gym my body hasn't seemed to change much. I still look like how I did when those results started to take place. So that's always nice. I went on reddit.com earlier and looked at what helped other people when they hit a slump and some of them said even when they felt like quitting or their weight plateaued their determination never strayed when they had set a deadline for themselves. Whenever they felt like quitting they just thought of that deadline and it kept them going. I think that would help me, now I just have to think of a serious deadline. My birthday is in a month and 10 days, so I don't know if I'll be able to get very far in that time. I'd like to lose between 5-10 pounds by then. So that's a short term goal. But an actual deadline I don't have. Hmmmmm I'm thinking, I'm thinking... AH! Well in Barcelona it start's to get warm in May and warm weather calls for stowing away the jackets, jeans, and long sleeves, and breaking out the shorts, tank tops, and bathing suits. So there we go, I'll set my deadline of losing 30 pounds by May 1st. May 1st it is. It kind of feels like I just signed my soul to the devil. Just kidding! Seriously though, if anyone who reads my blogs has any tips for staying motivated or would like to share your stories with weight loss with me I'd love to hear from you! :)
xx - Amanda!
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