As women, especially as women living hectic lives in and around Los Angeles we are all looking for the best way to keep ourselves sane while navigating the job, the kids, the piles of dirty laundry, the demands on all our free time and the countless additional drama’s that occupy every waking moment of each day.
For me, my fitness routine is the number one selfish habit that I have never given up – and never will! I equate my fitness habit to a drug you can’t live without – a drug that is necessary to get me through the day so the cranky and yes, I’ll admit it, bitchy me doesn’t rear its ugly head and snap at the first person to cross my path. Fitness to me is my own personal prozac – no prescription necessary my friends!
Now that you know why I do it (and I am sure not everyone cares!) I think it is important to remember that everyone has their own “thing” and what might work for me and my schedule won’t work for Susan down the street. As I drag my ass out of bed every morning at the crack of dawn, usually in the dark and to the utter annoyance of my husband who gets woken up too, I have to remind myself this is my “thing,” I love early morning workouts – I hate to do it at any other point in my day – it is never as good, challenging or pleasurable. Ultimately I have to chant that mantra in my head, to myself, as I set foot on the cold floor and trudge to the bathroom. The current downright cold mornings has made this extra challenging – wow – the thought of a 6:00am swim at Santa Monica College when it is 43 degrees outside is hard to win anyone over!
It sounds a bit corny and slightly like I have read a few self help books (which I haven’t) but I LOVE TO SET GOALS! Last year it was the NY City Marathon, this year it is Triathlon’s – who knows what it will be next year but I have to have that goal slapping me across the face in times of utter exhaustion and annoyance with the world around me – that light at the end of the long, long, long tunnel to keep me going! I will be the first to admit that I can’t do it alone – I guess I am really co-dependant and rely on a great trainer to get me through. My trainer is no “workout Nazi” she is the perfect combination – a strong, smart and hysterically funny woman, tough enough not to let you ever give up on your goals but at the same time, she understands that some days we just aren’t in the mood to go all out. On the drop of a hat she can come up with an alternate plan to give you that boost you need to make it through your day, while keeping the routine fun and challenging! I originally thought I had to have a hot guy for a trainer but soon came to realize NFW!!! Women trainer’s know women’s bodies and what life dishes them out physically and emotionally – no guy could even relate to a period cramp, labor pains or to the exquisite pain and experience of a bikini wax – If you are in a rut or finding yourself coming up with excuses not to move your butt away from the computer, a personal trainer is the best treat – the best indulgence you can buy!
So, to sum it all up, I would most likely be locked up in the looney bin without my fitness routine, there is a distinct difference between a day when I’ve had my workout and a day when there has been no time – now the challenge is to be cognizant of this and deal with my moods – no one wants to get on my bad side if I haven’t had my morning prozac!!!!