After five days of nothing but work, sleep, and (tons of) food, I finally had an evening to myself. And as I’d promised myself earlier, it would be the first day of my new workout regime.
I clearly wasn’t thinking clearly. It was a horrible idea. Truly terrible.
After I got home from work and had dinner, I wanted nothing more than to shower and climb into bed to finish watching Graceland and catch up on Suits. I had literally been working for 12 hours a day for the last week and hadn’t had the chance to do anything for myself other than sleep. I relished in the thought of having an empty evening with no responsibilities and no required effort.
But I made a promise. It was to myself but it was a promise nonetheless.
Begrudgingly, I changed into my workout gear and pulled out my weights. I looked at the exercises and pictured crumpling up the page and wrapping myself in a cozy blanket. Somehow I manage to start and even finish the workout. I was slower and tired more easily than usual, but I did each rep.
When I was done, I was covered in sweat and felt so much better than before I started. I knew I would’ve regretted not working out, but I had no regrets about the actual workout at all. All I needed to do was step out of bed and start. I took that first step and knew that the rest of the way wasn’t as impossible as it seemed.
While I’m definitely still looking forward to Sunday’s rest day, I know I’ll get through the rest of the workouts this week. It was that first step that kicked me into gear and was all the motivation I needed to want to keep going.
Honestly, there’s no magic motivation or specific set of events that’ll help you want to work out. It’s you. You have to want it bad enough and have to be willing to work hard enough. Start holding yourself accountable.
Take the first step.