I love sharing my stories, my fears, my small successes.
My favorite part is the advice I receive from readers.
I can't tell you all how much I appreciate the wisdom, the honesty, and the helpful tips.
A few days ago, I posted about how I can no longer eat Big Macs with reckless abandonment because I know how many calories I am burning during my spin classes because my gym got new bikes.
I received wonderful comments and "WHOOTS" of support (THANK YOU!), but one comment from the always wonderful Danielle at Zombie Love Affair, I just had to share....it was so simple, yet so effective for me:
"The 'reward' for working out hard is looking and feeling good"
SO TRUE! There is no better reason to work out. To feel strong. To feel capable. To feel shapely.
I always practiced the notion that a workout was to be rewarded with food.
I am always ravenous when I first get back into a workout routine until my body adjusts, so in my mind, I felt like I needed the extra food....and no! I would push myself in a class daydreaming about pizza, milk shakes, and hamburgers. Then, in the next thought, I would daydream about myself in my favorite bikini. Oy, Ready & Fading, OY!
Yesterday, after a particularly awesome spinning class, while I was at the gym showering, I thought about how awesome and accomplished I was already feeling about my day. It was only 9:00 am and I had answered several emails, took an exercise class, and now I was getting ready for my afternoon appointments. I look down at my legs and thought to myself, "hey, not bad." My cheeks felt flushed, my tush felt tight, and my calves were still burning.
That was the workout reward........feeling untouchable.