I forgot to add one to the list of CAN”T BE HELPED…..migraine. That was yesterday and for those of you who have not had the pleasure of experiencing one, it is beyond any discomfort and pain known to man, including childbirth. I guess it depends on who you ask, but yesterday’s doozy was up there. Today, the headache has faded to a dull thudding and I am convinced my neurological system has made me temporarily retarded – at least I hope it’s temporary. So it really did feel good to hit the bags hard today and not have to think.
Not a super sweaty workout today, but movement nonetheless. I still keep waiting for the “thrill” to set in. That hunger that makes you want it every day. When does that show up? What does that feel like? I hear runners and swimmers talk about their high when the endorphins kick in and it feels SO good. Granted, this doesn’t feel bad, just waiting for the hunger pains. I WANT THOSE! So is it a psychological or physical metamorphosis that has to happen before I’m eligible for the “high,” or both??? Remember, I’ve never been the girl who really had to create space for fitness in my life before 40 thanks to the awesome metabolism and active nature of my lifestyle already. Welcome to the over 40 reality and now, I realize how completely infantile this process is and, well……I’m impatient.
Yah, yah, yah, I know I’m probably not being realistic and have no choice but to be patient, yet after talking about doing something for so long, one tends to get anxious about results NOW. My brain was much further along in the plan than my muscles. I’m trying to view this as an investment, the same as a financial one. Since I am not a broker and don’t know how to play the market, I’ve entrusted Max Life with my fitness plan and have to believe they will invest wisely with my daily challenges in the gym. I know that at the end of these 40 days, they will hand over my portfolio to me with instructions on how to continue to make good health investments for my future. Guess it’s time to get out the planner and start looking toward the future and how I will handle being my own investment broker. EEKS!! Now you can see why I’m getting anxious for that urge to WANT it. I’m such a baby.