In looking back over my previous posts, there are a whole lot of I’ve been sucking, but I’m ready to not suck type posts. In fact, these are the majority of writings housed in this here blog. In keeping with my newfound mentality that I need to be kinder to myself, it’s about time I start writing about the (what I deem as) small victories, the battles I win within the war.
I was absolutely exhausted yesterday. I am no stranger to poor sleep, but after a stretch of sleeping well, the poor sleep is hitting me with a vengeance, harder than ever before. However, despite my complete and utter exhaustion, I worked out. Granted, it was a short workout, but it was exercise nonetheless. I’ve been sticking to only cardio as of late, and I know that in order to become a better runner and to get toned, I need to throw in some weights. So, I busted out the kettlebell. Side note: while I am fueling my rejuvenated desire to establish a fitness routine AKA working my ass off literally and figuratively, I am also mid-remodel. So, I’m awake by 0430 hours each day, commuting approx. / more than 1.5 hours each day, I am working my FT job, exercising like a fiend, and at the end of the day, I’m doing manual labor / construction projects in the rental home on top of keeping my own household afloat. Yeah, I’ve just blown my own mind in regards to the time I’ve wasted trying to figure out why I’m so tired these days. Thank you, blog, for making my fatigue obvious.
As I was writing . . .
Despite being extraordinarily tired yesterday evening, I busted out the kettlebell. The workout was difficult, and I was panting like a laboring dog, but I know it’s not supposed to be easy. I was encouraged, motivated, and inspired when I began to feel that familiar burn. IMO, there are some pains that are pleasurable, and the burning and aches from exercise fall into this category. I was proud of myself just because Hey! I did it! However, there was a tiny piece of me that remained disappointed in myself because I did not obtain 10,000 steps yesterday.
I have realized that to gauge my success 10,000 steps at a time is a Fitbit faux pas. I need to focus less on the numbers (Fitbit, scale, etc.) and focus more on my feels. Right now, I feel pretty proud of myself because Hey! I’m doing it!
*P.S. Any recommended kettlebell exercises are welcomed!