Getting Fit Sucks: A fitness blogger airs his laundry
Hello, lovelies! Bad news: getting fit sucks. Good news: We survived our first month, so I get to thank each and every one of you!
We officially launched Get Two Fit one month ago and we’re proud to say that in that time, we’ve picked up 50 subscribers along with several hundred followers across our other social media platforms. Our first reader success story was a hit. People started sharing tips and tricks in comments sections. Creators shared recipes with us. We even got coverage in another media outlet.
In other words, you guys are amazing. Our fitness community is off to an incredible start and we couldn’t be prouder to have you around.
So give yourself a pat on the back (and we’ll call it a stretch!).
As it goes, this means I’ve been back on the wagon for about a month and two weeks. Yep, you read that right. I started actually getting fit about two weeks before we launched. Scandalous.
So with that said, something has been weighing on my mind.
Getting Fit Sucks. Why? Because you have to.
See, health, wellness, fitness – they’re all about the same thing: choices.
If you want to be healthy, you have to choose to subject yourself to about a million things that are frankly miserable. You have to go to the doctor, use your free time to exercise regularly, and prepare your own meals while actually reading the labels.
Every single time you put anything into your body or do anything with your body, you have to choose to be mindful of consequences.
Fit people must say no to brownies, chips, dining out, procrastination, bacon cheeseburgers, drinking alcohol, drinking soda, drinking diet soda, and what sometimes feels like literally everything fun.
And what’s even worse? You have to eat kale.
But the consequences aren’t that bad
You don’t subject yourself to all of this because it’s absolutely, 100% necessary, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, week after annoying, sad week. No. That would be too convincing. Fitness would be easy, then.
Instead, you have to convince yourself that your health is precariously perched on a slippery slope. Healthy people convince themselves that missteps spell utter doom.
You can be healthy even after you wake up one morning and eat two McGriddles. Nothing terrible will happen. Your six-pack will not disappear into the void. The fitness gods will not come down and seize your soul.
But you spend the rest of the day feeling bloated, gassy, sluggish, and grease-sweaty (it’s kind of like a very special version of the meat sweats).
My progress won’t disappear if I spend Labor Day weekend in bed binge-watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Netflix. I’ll still be able to hold a two-minute plank on Tuesday. My stomach won’t magically balloon out into a spare tire.
But my calves tighten and seize from sitting cross-legged for too long. My energy level plummets. Motivating myself to go for a run becomes impossible.
And this is what nobody tells you. This is what really makes getting fit suck:
You become hyper-aware of all your flaws
I’m not talking about physical imperfections. In fact, fitness has the opposite impact on your perception of yourself. Once you’re exercising regularly and doing really cool stuff, you pretty much run out of darns to give about your appearance.
I can’t find a single darn to give about the fact that I still don’t have abs. Mostly, I’m just excited that I managed to survive the Bring Sally Up challenge with several exercises (I will be able to do the push-up version someday).
No. I don’t care about that.
But I do care that I’m still drinking diet soda. I care that it’s harder to quit smoking than it should be. A couple days ago, I got hangry and ate Whataburger for dinner. I only had 45 minutes before I was supposed to catch a movie. What else was I supposed to do?
(I saw Don’t Breathe. Yes, it is good.)
But I regret these choices.
Not because these are absolute downfall. They’re bad for me – they are. But I’m making progress. I’m getting stronger. My endurance is improving. I can already do things I never thought I would get, like headstands without a wall for assistance.
Despite the poor choices I’m still making.
They aren’t my undoing.
But poor choices hurt me. They make me struggle more.
How’s it going so far?
Do you want to know the truth, friends?
I am going to be completely, plainly honest: I’m miserable.
Getting fit sucks. My arms feel like they’re going to fall off every other day. If my arms are fine, then I’m cursing the fact that we live on the second floor. Every time I indulge one of my vices, a loud voice booms in my head, telling me that I’m totally ruining the rest of my day and holding myself back from my potential.
I pee 500 times a day. One day, I went to the bathroom before leaving our apartment and stopped at a gas station halfway through my 10-minute drive to Walmart. Some days, I sleep so hard that I drool on my pillow. Other days, I end up with so much energy that I exhaust the people who are trying to hang out with me. Getting fit sucks.
And when I’m on the treadmill or doing my 200th squat of the day or trying to grin and bear it while we’re filming a core workout video or I’m teaching my yoga class, every part of me feels like I’m dying, physically, emotionally, spiritually. I’m dying.
But I love it
We’re a month into our journey and I have never felt better. I’m excited, enthusiastic, hopeful, optimistic, and positive. I’ve been a sunny person for a long time. But I don’t recognize this new me. He smiles and laughs constantly. And doesn’t say ew to most good foods at this point (kale can still suck it). He’s energetic and he doesn’t waste time. And he’s motivated and happy. I actually like myself.
If you’re on your fitness journey, keep going. Get that motivation back. You’re better now than when you didn’t care about yourself or what you were doing with your body.
So it’s worth it. You’re worth it.
And I know that getting fit sucks and everything hurts all the time.
I do. Trust me. I feel you.
But I’m going to keep going, so I need you to keep going with me. I need you by my side. And I want to get fit with you. Even when getting fit sucks.