There once was a girl who decided on a whim to stop procrastinating and just do it already – she joined a gym, found a buddy and started working out anywhere from 3-5 days per week. Probably 4 on average plus walks with a giant and a small dog.
That girl is me.
My gym buddy told me to look forward to significant results in about 6 months. I persevered.
I have increased my weights and I haven’t given up, but results… minimal. Stronger yes. Weight change – no. Inches change – barely.
I’ve struggled a bit with it. Strong positive self-image or not, come on – it’s frustrating. But I’ve basically come to terms that I am a healthier person and even if I can’t see physical changes, they’re happening in there somewhere.
Then it happened. I discovered a change. A tangible and significant change.
The Boy and I have been golfing 3 times this year so far (The Boy has been many more times – but I’m a fair weather golfer). I haven’t taken any further lessons or maintained any kind of skill level over the winter and yet, I’m now shooting about 10 strokes less than last year.
That’s muscles baby.
And that’s worth it.