That Post-Workout Can’t Move-Can’t Breathe-But-Trying-To-Catch-My-Breath-So-Sore-Dripping-In-Sweat-Hair-Up-In-The-Air & All-Over-The-Place-Adrenaline-Rush” Feeling!
Nope, this is most certainly NOT what I look like after my workout.
But I’ll take the way I look post-workout over THIS any day.
There’s just something about that post-workout:
“Can’t move, can’t breathe but trying to catch my breath, so sore, dripping in sweat, hair up in the air & all over the place, adrenaline rush” feeling.
It literally makes me feel like the energizer bunny.
ON TOP OF THE WORLD.
Ready to tackle just about anything.
Best of all, like I ACCOMPLISHED something.
For me, every work out is a sign that I kicked anorexia in the butt.
That I told her to peace out & to let me do the things that I LOVE.
The things that make me HAPPY.
The things that make me feel ALIVE.
It’s a sign that I fought my demons with all the fire in my being to have not only the energy, the strength but also the LIFE to be able to get through a workout, let alone, get through another day.
It’s a sign that I finally realized that I was no longer going to let anorexia dictate my life.
That I made the decision to GET OFF the scariest roller coaster of my life MIDWAY because had I let anorexia take me on that ride until the very end, chances are I would not be where I am today.
So yes, I work out.
But I work out more than anything TO FEEL GOOD.
Because of the feeling of ACCOMPLISHMENT it brings to my life,
Because of what it represents.
Quite frankly, because a few months ago, I COULD NOT & I DID NOT KNOW if I would ever be able to again.