I know, I know; going to the gym helps me feel better all around. We’ve all read those articles. I mentioned before that I stand in front of the mirror in the morning, scrunch up my belly, and jiggle it while making up songs about how fat I am.
“I’m a fatty boom-ba-latty. The fattiest boom-ba-lattiest of them all!”
Every. Single. Morning.
When my husband happens to be getting ready at the same time as me, he shoots me a look that says, Wow, I married that!
Oh yeah you did, baby. I’m all YOURS!
I’ve had this gym membership at Planet Fitness for over a year. Maybe two years? Heck, I don’t know. They just take the money out of my account every month. I never thought I would be a gym person, but I actually love going.
I do 20 minutes of cardio. 20 minutes of arms or legs. 20 minutes of abs and stretching. When I’m done, I feel like a boss. Like a total badass. Like, I could take on the world!
And then I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrors. The awful pieces of reflective glass that stretch 7-miles across the gym.
Sigh.
And thank you, Planet Fitness, for being a “judgement free zone” but what kind of judgement are you free of? Because I just saw my muffin top resting on the tops of my legs while I tried to lift 40 pounds over my head and I made fun of that woman like crazy. And that badass woman running next to me on the treadmill? Yeah, I judged her too. I thought, seriously? You chose to run next to me? You’re killing it and making me feel like a snail. A fat, sweaty, smelly snail. Thank you.
But, when I come home I have energy. So much energy that Linda said to me tonight, “Did you have a lot of sugar or something?” No, baby girl. I just went to the gym and my endorphins are pumping through my veins and I feel amazing. Still bloated, but amazing.
When I work out, I’m a better mom, a better wife, a better friend. My physical health effects my mental health. What form of exercise could you do to change your mental health? Maybe walking is your thing, or swimming, or even riding a bike. Just do something, anything for a least 20 minutes a day. Now, if I could just get up at 5 am and work out…
Yeah right!
Love, Jessie
true life hot mess mom 