Saturday, February 15, 2014
Last night at the Y I had a great moment that I am so proud of myself for. My husband worked late so I spent most of Valentines day by myself, but the amount of love I showed to myself at the gym is unmatched!
I was using the weight machines and was killing it! I wanted to use the glute machine, but was hesitant because there were several very muscular guys around my age (20-25) that were standing around the weight machine talking and laughing.
(BTW: Am I the only one that notices that guys like this spend 90% of their time at the gym NOT doing exercise? I mean, they have to be doing something because they are in good shape, but if you aren't lifting... GET OFF THE MACHINE! Okay, end of my rant.)
Anyway, I was feeling very self conscious because this particular machine (if you haven't used it) forces you to stick your butt in the air and puts you in a very vulnerable, laughable position - all while lifting weights which can make you vulnerable enough.
I kept telling myself, "That machine isn't really important, just wait to use it another day." And I was right - it wasn't THAT important that I use THAT machine, but it was the principle of the thing.
Why should I let something like that step all over MY goals? Are these guys my husband? My doctor? No! Then why should I give a lick what they think of me on that machine? My husband and my doctor are the only ones who have permission to weigh-in (no pun intended) on my health.
At that moment I remembered a message board thread that I read on Spark People about gym anxiety (which I feel... a lot). There was one person (I believe I added her to my friends after reading this) that said, "You should be too busy almost DYING to notice people judging you!" That statement changed my workout routine. Instead of focusing on how loud I breathe or how I look in the mirror I'm now focusing on how much sweat is on my body - the more the better. I focus on how much I lift - the more the better. I focus on how many calories I burn - the more the better. I focus on my distance - the more the better.
So, after all these thoughts rushed through my head in a matter of ten seconds, I turned up my workout music all the way so that I couldn't hear anyone, marched over to the glute machine and did 2 sets of 15 on both sides. If those guys laughed at me or judged me - I wouldn't know and I don't care.
I'm not the one hanging out in a weight room not lifting anything.