I mean except for that one facebook friend you have thats always posting things like: "OMG soooooo excited for my billionth marathon tomorrow just cant wait to run all day and not get tired cuz I just got back from running a billion miles in the freezing rain and I just want to run like a crazy person every day of my life because I loooooove running and running is just the best everrrrrr" and you're over here like:
Because for the rest of us, working out is hard. And whats the hardest part of working out? Getting motivated enough to actually work out. You know how it goes.
You start by getting on pinterest (mistake. always a mistake.) and seeing one of those memes with a picture of a super hot girl and some saying like 'nothing tastes as good as skinny feels' or 'get off your butt fatty' and you're like "yes! I am going to work out every single day and never eat junk again!! Starting tomorrow!!" And then tomorrow comes, and you're like "ok not today but tomorrow! tomorrow is the day! I WILL become the girl in that photo!!" Then the next day comes and you're like, "those photos are so airbrushed anyway.... oooh cheesecake."
But i'm proud to say that today I actually dusted off those running shoes, got out the jogging stroller, and went for it. And you know what? As much as I hate to admit it, It felt kind of awesome. It always does.
So today I'm writing a motivational letter to myself to be read in the absence of motivation to exercise. AKA every day. Here Goes.
Dear Myrinda,
Let me just start off by saying how cool you are. You're like a female Vanilla Ice mixed with a ninja. Plus your hair rocks. But I digress. The purpose of this letter is to convince you to work out today. I know right now watching HGTV on mute and eating jelly beans just seems easier, but I promise you will be glad you got off the couch. Yes, you will look a little muffin-y in those shorts. Yes, your face will do that thing where it turns beet red but only in select patches and your hair gets all stuck to it. Yes, you may hold up traffic a little bit while everyone watches you try to push the stroller up the hill. And yes, that car full of teenage boys will whistle at you and you will be like "who whistles at a lady running with a baby?? That's totally inappropriate you hooligans!" and then you will secretly be super flattered. But the POINT IS. Do it anyway. Get out there and do your best even for just a few minutes. You are always glad you did, take it from me- future, already worked out today Myrinda. Plus we both know you're going to eat the cheesecake either way.
Anyways, I better go. Don't worry about trying to find me, it messes with the time/space continuum.
Love, Myrinda
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