I’m a big fan of fake it until you make it.
When I was 20 years old, my social anxiety was so bad that I had a hard time calling a bowling alley to see if there were any non-league lanes available. I loathed going to parties when I only knew a few people there. Starting a new job was the worst. I was nearly paralized whenever I started a new job, but I got through it.
I faked it. I’m sure there were a few times that my anxiety shone like a beacon, but for the most part I like to at least pretend that people saw me as a confident, if somewhet quirky young woman.
You can take faking it down a couple different roads.
Just starting out again means I am at the ‘force myself to workout’ stage. Soon enough it will at least become routine and I won’t dread it and even further away from me right now, is that ‘can’t wait to workout’ stage.
Right now, I am faking it. I don’t want to work out. It’s hard. I don’t feel particularly good afterwards and it really does cut into my ‘laying around and playing on the internet’ time.
I am really looking forward to this being a routine. I’d love to say I’m more looking for the loving it stage, but I’ve learned if I don’t look at the small picture first, I get overwhelmed by the bigger picture.
These are the things I am working through:
Are you REALLY too tired to keep going or are you just bored?
Out of breath? You really aren’t out of breath. This isn’t going to be easy and you can’t get there all at once, but don’t be a fucking pussy about it.
Your feet feel funny? THEY always feel funny. They are going to continue to feel funny. This isn’t going away. Sure, working out ramps up the pins and needles, but it settles down after a while.
Waaaah and your hip hurts? Does it really hurt to bad to continue? Or are you using this as a reason to stop because you’re bored?
Don’t make excuses and quit before you should. That is not how we fake it until we make it.
Work through that shit. The next big thing isn’t THAT far off.