1/26/15
I find that working out is very important to ones mental health. With that being said, I also can't find time on some days to exercise. It's a dilemma indeed. I'm fully aware that working out is pertinent to my overall well being, yet I don't do it enough. Many years ago when I was in high school, I worked out quite consistently. I stopped, and for three years now I have to been trying to get back into it. Now, not keeping myself in shape had a number of consequences. For one I felt like I didn't move as fast, nor did I focus as well. Don't get me wrong there are a lot worse things I could do, but I hated being out of shape and unhealthy. But now that I've worked out, all I can think about is how sore my derriere is going to be tomorrow. Painful memories of when I would work out with my older sister flood my mind. Her workouts were so intense one could say it was synonymous with stubbing a toe 480 times. But hey what do I know about working out. Exercising can't be all bad though. As much as I gripe about exercising, I know there's a special part of me that loves it, and not just because of the natural benefits. When I workout its just me and my body. Like reading a book, I can feel the world falling away around me.
