A few months ago I joined a training facility called, “Monsters and Machines™. The first class I took was a 90min killer called Armageddon. I’ll be honest I was quite intimidated by the name but figured if I can go through a 6 week CrossFit boot camp than I can handle this. Let me tell you, I wasn’t ready! It was very challenging but I am one who never wants to be seen giving up when others are pushing their hardest. I finished the class and everyone said how for it being my very first class I did great hanging in there. They also told me to keep coming and I’ll get better. I felt a since of pride and continued to go to the group trainings for maybe a month.
I stopped going…… I don’t know why. I can’t even remember when I stopped but I did. Months went by and I would say I’m going to go but would change my mind as soon as I got home. Meanwhile I could tell it was effecting me. Walking up a flight of stairs would have me breathing so heavily. I knew I was out of shape and needed to get back to my training but kept giving myself excuse after excuse.
About a week ago I decided that enough was enough and I needed to buckle down, stop making excuses and live a healthy lifestyle. I have already made the change to become vegan but was struggling with junk food eating and exercise. I have gained almost all of the 13 pounds I lost in January. That was enough for me! I have learned that I cannot do this in my own strength. That I will only be successful if I allow God to lead me through this battle.
So after being missing for months I went back to Monsters and Machines™. I had so much anxiety about it. I play this scenario in my head of everyone looking at me like, “Hmm where have you been? You need to be here more that we do.” My flesh was trying everything to talk me out of going but I ignored every thought ant went anyway.
I got to the building and slowly walked in like I was late for class. Grabbed some boxing gloves and got to work. That hour felt like the hardest hour of my life. I thought at one point I would passed out but I kept going. It felt like the first day I was there and though there were people there at all fitness levels I felt like the weakest link. I knew that if I have kept going to the class I would be stronger by now.
At the end of the class one of the ladies asked me how long I had been coming. I told her with a little embarrassment that it was my first day back after a few months. She told me clearly to stay consistent and to keep coming. What she said hit me deep in my core because it was truth.
The only way to get to your goals is to stay consistent! That goes with anything in life not just health. Galatians 6:9 in the NIV says, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Giving should never be an option. I stop and think of where I would be now if I had stayed on the right path I started in January. Where would you be now? Stay consistent!