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The Gymer’s Struggle

The Gymer’s Struggle

Before going to the gym:

  • I’m so tired.
  • I have a million things to do like wash dishes, do laundry and clean out that bottom drawer in the fridge- something is growing in there that isn’t supposed to.
  • It’s been a long day.
  • I can workout tomorrow.
  • I have to prepare for work tomorrow.
  • I have to cook dinner or grade papers or shampoo the rug.
  • I think I left my laptop plugged in.
  • I’m hungry.

On the way to the gym:

  • I really don’t want to do this.
  • I can turn around now and just go home.
  • Did I forget something?
  • Did I leave a light on, or the stove? I should just go home and check on that.

While parked outside the gym:

  • Do I have to go in?
  • *Checks email, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, looks up sports bras at Victoria’s Secrets, checks the weather, bank account, and creates a meme about going to the gym*

While at the gym:

  • I am already out of breath and I just walked in.
  • Does that count as a workout?
  • I miss my couch.
  • Ok, ok! This isn’t so bad.
  • Sweating actually feels good.
  • Just one more squat. Ok, now one more.
  • I can do a few more minutes on the bike.
  • My legs feel like jelly, oh yes!
  • Stretching is heaven.
  • Am I already done with all my workouts?

After the gym:

  • I feel so good!
  • That wasn’t so bad.
  • I’m so full of energy now.
  • I love the gym!
  • I can’t wait to come back tomorrow.
  • Why did I not want to come here to begin with?

Free: Self Depreciation- Needs To Go ASAP!

Free: Self Depreciation- Needs To Go ASAP!

It’s that day every female despises. You wake up not in the best of moods, take a shower, and start getting dressed. After you discard your 5th outfit (yes, you’ve already tried on five- and two pairs of jeans won’t even fit past your thighs) your mind begins to whisper evil things to you.

It starts off simple:

“You’re fat.”

“You’ve gained weight.”

“How does this not fit anymore?”

“What the heck did I used to wear with these pants?”

“I have nothing to wear!”

By now you’re running from your closet to the baskets of clean clothes in the living room and then to the plastic drawers in your bedroom, only wearing a pair of skinny jeans that barely fit and your bra. You’re looking for a shirt that isn’t too loose or too tight to go with the jeans.

It’s cold outside. All the “just right shirts” are sleeveless and summer-y. It rained all night so you can’t wear your loose wider leg jeans because they’ll be soaked in no time.

You wonder if you should just put on gym clothes.

“It’ll encourage me to go to the gym later today,” you think to yourself. But you don’t put the gym clothes on.

As you try on yet another shirt, you look at the mirror and wonder, “Where did this roll come from?”

This is when your mind-demon starts to get extra evil.

“Why is this so hard?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“How’d I let myself get to this?”

“You’re massive.”

“You’re a nasty lump of fat.”

“You’re ugly.”

“I hate my body.”

“I hate myself.”

By this point you’ve degraded yourself so much in your head that you are almost numb to all the hate that is oozing out of your pores. This is normal on a day like this.

You throw off the shirt. Sit down to a breakfast of scrambled eggs and turkey sausage that your boyfriend made you, all the while silently thinking, “I wish starving worked” or “I just want to go live in the gym” or “I may as well give up now.”

After scarfing down the eggs that you didn’t even taste, you go back to a white shirt you tried earlier.

“This’ll have to work. It will cover me up enough that I don’t have to worry about the rolls.”

It’s sleeveless, not too loose but not too snug either, and so you look for a cardigan to keep warm and grab your leather jacket. The cardigan you had in mind is no where to be found.

“Honey, remember picking that cardigan up from the floor yesterday- the black one with the white stripes on the sleeve?”

“Yeah?” he answers from the kitchen.

“Do you know where it went?”

“No… this is why we need to start putting things away right away,” he says distantly.

You ignore the comment. You’re not about to start an argument with him. You’re already upset and if you begin to argue it may get big and ruin his day too.

You can’t find the cardigan. You sit down. Grab your phone and start a blog post about a day like this.

You look at the time. It’s time to go. You rush into your closet, grab a maroon cardigan, put it on and then put your leather jacket over it. You quickly grab your boots and zip them up.

You’re too busy for your mind-demon. He retreats for now, sulking in the back of your mind. He’ll be back later- you just know it. But for now you’re too busy for him. You rush out the door.

Disclaimer: This isn’t a cry for help. These days come and go and usually I’m ok with myself- sometimes even proud of how I look. I just believe that I’m not the only one with demons in my head like this and I wanted to write this to show others that we are not alone. No matter how beautiful we are, our demons will find a flaw. And it’s time to stamp out the demon.