Just Do It

I have a Nike obsession.

It's a bit problematic.

And almost as big as my boot collection.

I honestly don't know why I started to accumulate tennis shoes, but I have at least three pairs in my closet at all times.

I bought my newest pair last week as a weight loss reward.

I'm not one to talk about my weight. Ever.

It's been a struggle for me since I was quite young

and has never been a topic of discussion.

Until today.

Cam's the only one that has ever made me feel secure in my own skin. He's also the one that drug me, kicking and screaming, to the gym two years ago. I resented him for it at first because I thought it meant he wasn't happy with me. That he wasn't attracted to me because I didn't have slim hips and a flat stomach.

I have since learned that I wasn't as secure in my own skin as I once thought. He wasn't doing it for him, but for me. He wanted me to be healthy so that I could live a long life with him and our future children.

In the beginning I despised the gym. I went basically to pacify Cam. I had no interest in running, lifting weights, or even sweating for that matter. I went only "if I had time" and made excuse after excuse as to why I didn't go. But as time went on I realized I needed to make a change. So I began to take my time in the gym more seriously.

About a year and a half ago I changed my diet and began eating more pure. No chemicals, no dyes, no GMO's or gluten. Just food, raw and whole, the way it's supposed to be. I went from dragging my feet and putting off exercise to making it my priority. And guess what? My efforts began to pay off.

But when my school schedule became more involved, my gym time became less and less consistent. I went from being in the gym daily to maybe once a week, if that. And less gym time meant a lot of muscle loss.

I was mad. I went from loving the gym to despising it yet again. It betrayed me. All that time I spent there and I had nothing left to show for it.

After graduation in December I made a vow to myself that I would work on me again. School was over, and I had no more excuses to separate me from my goals.

By mid January I was in the gym consistently again. And now, almost two months later, I am where I was on the scales before school took over my life. That alone is motivation for me!

I decided to write this post today on a whim. It's not for a pat on the back, or recognition for my dedication, but for motivation for others that may be struggling like I have. It's not easy, nor is it meant to be, but in the end it will pay off. Stop putting yourself down. Don't make excuses. Get off the couch, get out of the house, and 'Just Do It.'