Let me begin by stating something clear: I’m just an everyday individual who manages to incorporate exercise into my life. I’m not a fitness enthusiast. You won’t catch me at a 5 a.m. boot camp (because, sleep) or sharing pictures of my kale smoothie on social media (no thanks). The only time I do a “burpee” is after a hefty meal. If I’m honest, folks who portray themselves as fitness inspirations often leave me feeling inadequate, as if I could never muster the same drive and dedication, resulting in a strong urge to collapse on the couch with ice cream and a good show.
So rest assured, I’m not here to deliver any harsh judgments about your exercise habits. If you’ve clicked on this, chances are you’re struggling with motivation too, and that’s perfectly fine. I have been there as well.
After having three children in five years (and indulging in a lot of desserts), I found myself in a body I barely recognized. I was alarmingly close to 300 pounds. Feeling miserable, I became withdrawn, avoiding social gatherings where I might hear someone think, “Wow, she’s really packed on the pounds.” I used my kids as a legitimate excuse to stay home, but the truth was, I was ashamed of my appearance.
Despite immersing myself in body positivity articles that encouraged self-acceptance, I found it impossible to come to terms with my situation. The thought of taking action felt paralyzing. It was an overwhelming challenge, something I believed was reserved for those with more willpower than I had. So, I buried myself in oversized shirts and sweatpants, feeling guilty and disgusting every time I spent another evening sprawled out on the couch.
What sparked my desire for change? I wish I could say it was purely for my health or my children, but honestly, it was vanity. I knew my weight was out of control, but I avoided mirrors until one day, my 4-year-old left my phone recording while I rummaged through the refrigerator. The video captured me in an unflattering tank top, my gut spilling out. I was forced to confront a reality I had tried to ignore. Watching myself in that moment was a wake-up call, but it also felt devastating.
Still, I had over 100 pounds to lose, and the mere thought of exercising felt overwhelmingly exhausting. I remembered a poem by Shel Silverstein that I loved as a child, “Have you heard of tiny Melinda Mae, who ate a monstrous whale? She thought she could, she said she would, so she started in right at the tail.” It became my mantra: How do you eat a whale? One bite at a time.
I began with small steps. Too self-conscious to hit the gym, I started at home. I walked around my house as much as possible, infused more energy into daily tasks, danced with my kids, and used them as makeshift weights for arm exercises. I even bought an aerobics step and used it while watching TV. Gradually, I noticed changes, although it felt like chiseling away at an iceberg.
Eventually, my neighbor persuaded me to join her for Zumba at the gym. I was the largest in the class, nervously positioning myself at the back, ready to flee at the first hint of ridicule. To my surprise, I had a blast! Before long, I was in the front row, dancing freely, rolls and all.
The journey wasn’t always smooth, but I persevered. Over two years, I managed to lose 112 pounds, gaining a confidence I never thought possible. While I faced setbacks—like when my husband found me so appealing I got pregnant again and gained 60 pounds—I learned to forgive myself and keep moving forward.
I’ve never been a fitness fanatic. Left to my own devices, I could easily spend my days baking and lounging. I constantly battle against complacency. Here’s how I maintain my motivation to exercise and keep my weight in check:
- I move: Movement leads to more movement. On days when I feel lethargic, I force myself to get up and walk. Once in motion, it’s easier to stay that way.
- I engage in activities I enjoy: I can’t stand the elliptical and running isn’t my forte, but I love dancing, walking, and step aerobics. I enjoyed Zumba so much that I became an instructor. Choose activities that excite you, or you’ll never stick with them.
- I use a fitness tracker: I wear a device that tracks my steps, capitalizing on my competitive nature. Setting personal goals or joining challenges with others keeps me motivated.
- I incorporate exercise into daily life: You don’t need a formal workout every time. I squat when picking up laundry, do calf raises at the sink, and even find ways to sneak in exercises while taking care of my kids.
- I hold myself accountable: As a fitness instructor, my classes depend on my presence, so I ensure I exercise at least three times a week. If teaching isn’t your style, find a workout buddy to keep each other committed.
- I prioritize exercise: Just as I maintain hygiene, exercising has become a vital part of my self-care routine. I won’t let myself neglect it more than once or twice a week.
- I inspire others: Helping others stay on track keeps me motivated too. I can’t encourage healthy habits while going against them myself.
It might seem daunting now, but once you integrate exercise into your routine, you may even start looking forward to it. Admittedly, there are still days when I’d rather do anything else, but consistency matters, and even small efforts are significant. Whether you need to lose ten pounds or two hundred, know this: you deserve the effort.
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In conclusion, embracing exercise doesn’t have to be a solitary or daunting endeavor. It’s about finding what works for you and taking it one step at a time.