Sunday, February 19, 2012

Late night inspirations.

Guys, I have a problem. I'm a night owl. It's not good. Every night, I write in my planner  "GO TO BED EARLY!" thinking that well, if it's written in pen, then it MUST come true!





It's not true. fail fail fail.

GahhhkjhskjfdhJDHJKSA. But I'll admit it, I like staying up late sometimes. Because as my roommates snore the night away (srsly, you HAVE to hear this girl....video coming soon.), I like to think. Reflect. Breathe. Sometimes, they're happy thoughts, full of gratitude and love. But sometimes, they're regretful. Negative. Just...wrong.

But, we're human. We make mistakes. We learn. And we live. 
So tonight, the magic word on my mind is goals.

Everyone has them. EVERYONE. Every person you have ever seen in your entire life has a goal. If they deny it, they lie, and you should probably throw some sort of water on them for the FIRE ALL OVER THEIR PANTS.
The best thing about New Year's Eve, BESIDES having a lover to share that special slobber and saliva exchange with (I'm jk, kissing is awesome haaa) is the brand new, fresh start everyone gets. It's a wonderful thing to start new. But then, being human comes in, and the inevitable truth is this:  
we are not perfect.
 For the year 2012, the #1 New Year's resolution to Lost weight. Surprise, surprise. 
Only 8% of Americans actually reach their goals. 
Guys...Only 8%. 8!!!! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY.
 I'll admit, I hardly, maybe NEVER was in that 8%. But whats holding us back?

Fitness is not magic. Weight loss is not immediate. And goals? They take time.
When I was a kid, I basically quit ever sport I played. Why? Well for one thing, I did not progress skill wise much. 
BECAUSE I DIDN'T PRACTICE. DuR DUR durDURDURUDUR.

Goals are what drives us to be better people. Goals are so important, because it gives us something to look forward to. 
Has anyone every talked down a goal of yours? Don't ever listen to them. Ever. Because if they have, chances are they only do it because they don't think they could do it themselves. My personal trainer told me that, and honestly guys, that statement changed my life. 
Don't ever give up. Anything is possible. I am fortunate enough to have a mother who always, ALWAYS told me to never give up. Anything I wanted to accomplish was achievable. 
That six pack I've always wanted? I'm gonna get it
That Pull-up? Most definitely.
That Man pushup? That Handstand pushup? Yes.
To reach my fitness goals? Absolutely. 

Why? Because I CAN, and I WILL. That's why. If it wasn't possible, then no one would be able to do it. But I've seen it. And I want it. And hell, I am going to get it.
Pick a goal, and work on it. Baby steps, take your time, but don't stop. Because slow and steady wins the race. Don't sprint into a goal; it's a delicate thing. It takes planning, dedication, and courage. 
Guys, don't be the 8%. I beg of you. I am doing this with you. Because I will NEVER give up on my dream to reach my fitness goals. I have never reached them, all my life I've wanted them, and I am gonna get them.

My background is Crossfit. On their blog, they had the following words:

A collection of words from past CrossFit Lisbeth posts:
You can beat me. But not defeat me.
So, it’s time to stop playing “Little Suzie was a good girl and gets a treat” and start playing “Little Suzie wants 20 f***ing pull-ups.”
Adjust your own attitude. Weave your own hope. Life will get better when you get better.
Do what tightens your throat and drops your heart into your stomach: it’s the only way to find out what you’ve really got.
Throw yourself right on the damn line again, pain and scars and all.
Because once you truly experience the power of the barbell, you can’t ever go back.
CrossFit is a drug, like they say. If I was cut off from it, I really don’t know what I would do. At this point, I am willing to throw rocks through car windows and steal spare change in order to feed my habit. I am an addict. Ragged calluses are my track marks.
What are you afraid of? Just admit it . . . and free yourself. No one gives your fears any power but you.
For an hour a day, you get to take all of society’s polite expectations and old baggage and haunts of years gone by and throw that sh** in the corner.
So, yell at your barbell if you need to. Glare at it, scowl at it, get good and mad at it. Drop it, manhandle it, call it bad names.
Be brave. Choose better. And change. Even if your life is seriously f***ed, you will have to save yourself.
You already know in your heart what you are and who you are. What you might not know is what you could truly become.


Let's do this guys. Lets love our bodies. Let's treat it right. 
Exhale the can't and inhale the can.
Set some effin goals.  

Now let's see if I can get a good night's sleep....



 


 

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