Before every year ends, I always make a mental note of the things I want to achieve for the next year. Working out is always one of those things. Maybe it’s a true desire to live a healthier life or maybe it’s just the pressure we get to look and feel good. Or maybe it’s the illusion that the sentence “Oh, I’m going to the gym,” makes you sound like you have your life together, right? Right.
I tried going to the gym. For a year, I bought two six-month gym memberships and went semi-regularly. I thought I was well on the way to becoming a whole new me, finally fulfilling my several years-long resolution of finally getting fit. Or so I thought. I realized down the line that my goal required a whole lot more commitment than I signed up for: it wasn’t just about simply showing up to the gym and doing a couple of reps, and that eating healthy — which isn’t exactly the same as not eating like shit — was a requirement and not just an option. To get to my goal, I had to research on workouts and pay close attention to what exercises I was doing, a.k.a more things to add to my plate. It also came with my biggest hurdle: I had to learn how to cook. All I wanted to do was have an active lifestyle, to stop being lethargic and maybe get abs. (Okay fine, abs were half the reason. I also wanna look attractive, y’know?) But the big adjustment just had me overwhelmed, so I quit.
I realized it would take a complete overhaul of my mindset to completely transform my body, and my mind wasn’t — and still isn’t — ready for that kind of jelly. Just because I lack a six-pack or bulging biceps doesn’t mean that my life is in complete shambles, or that I don’t give a damn about my health. Nothing good and permanent ever comes overnight, and most definitely takes more than the turn of a new year to get the ball rolling. I’m a big believer in doing things at the right time, when you’re ready; it takes more than just sheer willpower to make things happen for things that involve self-transformation. You can’t just start something while you’re in the middle of transitioning into something else (in my case, graduating college and starting a job). Don’t worry if people call out your reasons and call you lazy — I know I won’t, because once I get back on the saddle at the right time, I’ll be ready to slay and whip my ass into shape all the way.