Sometimes I don’t feel like exercising.
Actually, most of the time I don’t feel like exercising.
Until I do it.
And then I’m so glad that I did.
As I mentioned previously, the getting started part is the hardest.
Here’s how I motivate myself :
1. I wear running clothes. If I put on my sports bra, lace up my tennis shoes, and slip on some breathable shorts, I am WAY more likely to get out walking…and then to turn that walk into a run.
2. I tell other people that I’m going to exercise. It’s easy to give up if you write out a plan and then keep it a “secret” (intentionally or otherwise). But – if you tell someone – then you’re accountable. If you know that a friend is going to ask, “how is your fitness plan going?,” you’re more likely to put one foot in front of the other. Simply sharing my plan online has made me more determined.
3. I train for an event. Signing up for a race is the ultimate motivator. Choose a distance (a 2-mile fun run, a 5K, a 1/2 marathon, a full marathon, a triathlon, etc). Pick a date. Pay out of pocket. It’s amazing what a date on your calendar and a dent in your pocketbook can do.
4. I think about bad guys. This might just me and my semi-neurotic self, but I often think about what I would do if an attacker were to approach me. It’s nice to know that I’d be able to outrun (or beat up) the assailant, if necessary.
5. I remind myself how much better I feel when I’m strong. If I don’t exercise for awhile, I forget how wonderful it feels to be fit. It’s a good feeling to be strong, to be able, to discipline your muscles. Exercise really does give you more energy. It’s ironic, really. It’s kind of like love actually. The more you give away, the more you receive. Similarly, the more you expend energy…the more you get of it.
6. I enlist vanity’s help. Yes, the mirror is a mighty motivator. I don’t want to be a frumpy lady. I want to be a trim, tone woman. The reality is: I want to be pretty. Weight definitely has an impact on a person’s physical appearance. It’s hard to feel ravishing when you have bumps and bulges to contend with.
7. I consider my children. I don’t want to be the mom who watches from the sidelines as my children play sports. I want to be the mom who is coaching the team or leading the family hike or competing in a mother/daughter 5K. And someday – many, many years from now – I want to be able to run around after my grandchildren…and preparing for that “someday” starts today.