I was asked recently by a client what is my ‘why’?
Patti Williams Health Coach bought up this subject during her recent talk at the studio and so this started the ladies thinking what was their why.
Over the years my why has changed and evolved. My original why 7 years ago was simply to loose the weight I had put on over the years since having my son and getting back to the clothing size and weight I was before I became pregnant.
My why now, 7 years on is totally different and I think this comes with time, life experiences and discovering who I am as a woman in her 30’s (now heading into her 40’s).
My WHY I exercise/weight train is simply because I LOVE IT! Yes I do. I love feeling strong, I love lifting heavy weights up of the ground, I love being challenged and smashing those challenges and knowing that I am capable of doing so because of this weight training journey I have been on over the last 7 years. I feel confident and capable. I can carry my own. I love that I look strong, I love muscles and the shape they give me. I just LOVE IT!Now there is another why……………. the why that makes me not give up, that makes me push through, the reason I do those extra reps and finish what I started. The why that reminds me to ‘pull my shit together’ and get it done………………
This why is my niece, Emily Grace.
She is my super hero and always will be. 3 years into my fitness journey I fell in love with the training. But I mentally would still give in and whinge about how hard it was and wanted to give up when my heart was beating and I was puffing and muscles hurting. 4 years ago, my niece was born with half a heart. At 48hrs of age she had her first open heart surgery and was in hospital in Sydney for around 4/5 weeks. She then was flown to Brisbane and spent the first 6 months of her life in hospital.
I was there. I spent those first two weeks of her life in Sydney documenting her life, just in case…………. What I was not prepared for, was that she wouldn’t be the only one. There was other newborn babies, just like her.
When I came back from that trip, I was different. I didn’t whinge about how hard the training was, I welcomed it. I took it head on and finished it. Something in my head just clicked. My mindset had changed.
When I think about giving up, I remind myself about all that Emily had to endure in her first 6 months of life and tell myself to ‘pull my shit together’ Seriously! Here I am complaining that I’m puffing and my muscles hurt……. Emily had to have open heart surgery at 2 days old! I’m the adult here, am I not suppose to be the strong one? She can live, run, jump, love life with only half a heart, yet I have a whole one. What is stopping me from doing the things that I need to do? Life perspective.
This is my why. why not.