The dreaded thought of the gym.
But also, the dreaded sight of my body in the mirror after four years of binge drinking, binge watching, eating out, cafeteria food, etc.
College is over, time to actually follow through with what I said the first week of freshmen year, “I’m gonna go to the gym later today”, and actually fucking go.
Having to actually exert a lot of energy at one time, sweat and feel like you’re dying…. sounds fun. And while you’re dying, the feeling of regret for ever getting up off your comfy couch and wishing you were back there snacking on your salt and vinegar chips. But then, you get to a certain point during your work out when the burn actually feels good, and by the time you’re done you pat yourself on the back for dragging your ass to that gym and each day from then on gets a little bit easier… Eventually…Hopefully.
In college, it was really hard to keep up a good habit of going to the gym between classes, meetings, work, homework and having a social life- at the end of the day, all I wanted was my bed and a good episode of Friends. It’s also impossible to avoid gaining weight or trying to lose weight when you fall into the peer pressure of your roommates and friends to “let’s just order pizza tonight” or “just skip your 8 am tomorrow and get drunk”. And although I’m still really tired at the end of every day now, I know that I need to convince myself to go.
I’m not saying I gained so much weight in college that I’ve become unrecognizable, but I sure as hell was a lot tinier and fit four years ago, and honestly, more comfortable in my body. And I’m really good about eating right, with the exception of my cheat days that turn into cheat weekends, but the thought of consistently going to the gym is a dreaded one.
I’m 22, the time of my life where I should be in my prime, and I felt way hotter at 18 than I do now. Unfortunate to say the least.
I’m definitely (trying) drinking less, eating better, on a better sleeping schedule, and less lazy than I was the past four years, so the next habit I need to get into is going to the gym at least four times a week. Lose at least a couple pounds, so I can start feeling like myself again, in the physical aspect.
I know that I can force myself to do it, it’s just gonna take a lot of convincing and debating in my head. “You do not need to watch another episode, you don’t need to lay on your bed any longer, you’ll feel better once you’re done” Blah, Blah, Blah.
Personally, I find it easier to go to the gym when you have someone else that’s in the same boat as you. It’s a little more motivation to go and more fun to work out with a buddy. And it’s easier when you have someone other than yourself forcing you to go.
So, to anyone reading this with similar thoughts and feelings, girl or guy, force yourself to go! I know I’m not the only one who thought they were going to be die hard gym freaks in college, and was never gonna be one of those girls who fell into the Freshmen 15- Don’t lie to yourself. We’re as young as we’re ever going to be, and you know what they say, Look Good, Feel Good. As much as I hate that saying, it’s so damn true.