Just some fitness funny to brighten your mornings. Today my roommate and I went to the gym. Can I just say gyms are terrifying. We had to amp ourselves up before we walked in so that people would think we knew what we were doing.
I feel like there are a couple of different categories of gym goers.
1) Heavy Beefy Lifters
2) Older women (bless their hearts)
3) Young perfect toned victoria secret looking people that make me want to kill myself
For those of you who don’t know, I have a fitness instagram called : toneitupcali
I’ve had it for a little while and its been quite inspirational to follow fitspo accounts to motivate me and remind me what I’m going after.
Last year I was in the gym everyday and ate strictly paleo. I was like insane dedicated. And although I definitely saw results ( I’ll be brave and show them ), I never looked like these perfect toned beach babes I so desperately wanted to be like. Even after 6 months I was no where near where I wish I could have been. It was utterly disappointing.
Just to be completely honest, as a girl you want to be sexy. You want to be that girl that everyone admires and respects. You want to be the fit confident girl running around in her bikini on the beach with zero fat on her body.
The thing is, everyone’s body is different. I’m 5 foot 1. My torso is short and no matter how hard I try I will never look like a Victoria Secret model. I just wont. I have to face that fact. Instead I can be the absolute best version of myself. I can be healthy and happy with my body and recognize that comparison steals all joy. I love eating and I love the communion and hanging out part that comes with eating. I don’t want to give that up so that I can starve myself and pursue a picture of perfection that is shallow and unrealistic.
I love my body. I really do. I love how I was made and I love my height. I love how clothes look on me and I’ve come to peace with my short torso. I realize that it doesn’t matter whatsoever if I look like a Victoria Secret model. No one cares! My boyfriend loves me the way I am, my friends and family love me the way I am, and I finally love myself exactly the way I am.
I do go to the gym because I want to look good. Anyone who tells you other wise is probably lying. But my idea of looking good has changed now. I just want to be the best me I can be. I’ve found a healthy balance that works for my life…and although I am sure it will be a constant battle to stay in this happy place-I wont stop fighting to stay here.
To staying sexy, happy, and healthy
R
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