I continue on my weight lifting journey. I am working hard and focusing on creating a body that works the best for me for as long as possible. I am even struggling with an injury but it does not stop me from showing up and giving it my all each and every day.
I feel a sense of peace and gratitude when I think of my current weight lifting journey. I began it again in the fall of last year and it is such a beautiful part of my life. It makes me feel strong, beautiful and a total bad ass.
The interesting part of this journey is that the results aren't quick. I can't step on a scale and see a difference each week. My progress is measured through pictures and videos that show small improvements. I have learned to celebrate things that to others might seem insignificant.
Sure, the progress is slow but I have fallen in love with the way it makes me feel. There is something very therapeutic about lifting weights. I call it my therapy, but in all honesty it feels better for me mentally than any counseling I have ever done.
I realize my body transformation isn't going to happen quickly, but I
feel like I am on the right path. So I will keep showing up and putting in the work. I give my all in these workouts and it will all pay off. It might not be visible tomorrow, but this is not a sprint or even a marathon. This is a lifestyle where there is not a defined finish line. Instead my aspiration is to enjoy a lifetime of being active and doing all I can to strength and support this beautiful body in every way I can.
We have but one body so take care of it. After all it is the only place we have to live.