People often comment on how “obsessed” I am – “always” going to the gym. I take at the most five classes per week. The classes are generally an hour long, add in time to go to and from the class, get dressed, etc – let’s say I spend ten hours per week on this obsession. Ten. Out of a potential 168 hours in the week. This seems like a pretty sad obsession if you ask me.
Maybe this isn’t politically correct, maybe this isn’t why you follow my blog. But I am really tired of apologizing for taking one hour out of my day. Tired of making excuses, brushing it off so people who don’t make the same decision can feel better about themselves. About their choices.
You don’t have to pepper your week with two-a-days. You don’t need to become a vegan and give up alcohol. I mean, you can – but it doesn’t have to be an all or nothing scenario. Just because I will never have the flat stomach I had in high school doesn’t mean I should have a gut. Just because I like to have a doughnut for breakfast, doesn’t mean I should eat a cake after lunch.
In college, I called my mom asking for advice. Do I kill myself, never go to parties or drink or do anything and get all “A”s or have an actual college experience but most likely get “B”s. I graduated with a 3.0 and have some good stories to show for it.
I go to yoga and I like to have a beer with dinner. I go to spin class and I love doughnuts. I could be thinner but I want to enjoy my life. I could eat nothing but junk food, but I want to enjoy my life. Being a lump on a couch jamming fries in mouth isn’t enjoying my life.
I want my cake and yoga too.