Today on my daily trip to my stress releaser, I mean gym I pulled into a rather full parking lot. Well for a Tuesday at 930 A.M that surely wasn’t a traditional sight. Oh god, I thought, it’s happening already, its coming quicker this year than last year, you know what I am talking about, the hundreds of people that promise their New Year’s resolution will be to drop the baby, beer, football, pizza weight. I’m not judging here, I’m really not I have been there before it is all too familiar of a feeling. Yet, as I have gotten older with 5 kids, 3 dogs, a mortgage, mental illness fights, and every other form of baggage in tow my stress relief has become a sacred love of mine.
Last year after I gave birth to my youngest I remember reading every form of meditation books, and lighting incents to try to bring me Zen. I was so afraid to suffer from post-partum, and knew that my lifestyle left me more at risk and exposure. I counted down the days until I could start working out again. I knew that by working out I would feel better about myself, have an outlet for stress, and have a clearer healthier mind to care for my family. My 6 weeks of confinement were torture, I felt like I couldn’t do anything, I was trapped in the postpartum body and although a beautiful thing, and so grateful was I, I wanted to feel like me again.
Once my time was up, and the doctor gave me the go ahead I happily packed up my gym bag, laced up my sneakers, and left baby and kids with daddy for a 30 minute session of mommy time. When I arrived at the gym I was greeted by a fully packed parking lot and a sardine can full gym. “Oh yea that’s right”, it was the middle of January, what in the hell was I thinking. Trying to get on a treadmill during that time is the equivalence of scoring the hottest toy on Black Friday, and I wasn’t willing to walk out of the gym with a black eye in that moment, so back to the car I went.
From Mid-January to Early March the gym is filled with good efforts and lingered intentions, but is it the actual want to get into shape or is it the pressure of the New Year and tradition of the resolution that drives everyone to the gym for a halfhearted effort. I love the thought that is behind the figuration of the New Year’s Resolution: a new year a new you. I just wish people felt that they didn’t have to wait until the beginning of the New Year to turn a new leaf, or find a healthy happier version of themselves. Although my gym is not literally mine, I feel like I am being intruded on when I, someone who goes to the gym religiously can’t get her dose of stress relief, because of an intrusion of New Year Resolutions.
Even with finding ourselves in the middle of December, I ask you to start thinking about your New Year Resolution. Is it one that you have to wait for the New Year for? Why not aim for the stars now? Do you feel any easier exit plan if you do fail your resolution, maybe not so tied down because you’re expected to not stick to it anyway?
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