You also should know by now that I have this special little alter-ego I like to call my crazy lady that lives in my brain. Someone more professional might like to call it clinical depression. Whatever.
And most of my friends and family understand my drive to exercise. I'd say most people have some sort of understanding of why someone should or shouldn't exercise. Most people.
But there are some people out there who JUST DON'T GET IT!
I don't get what is so hard to understand about it.
I get heckled. Seriously, I do! I have friends and family members who heckle me for exercising and trying to eat healthy.
I have been told, "But you're already skinny, why do you think you need to exercise?"
I've also been accused about having body dysmorphia because I exercise and eat healthy.
WHAT THE CRAP!?
Let me just start by saying this: I don't exercise because I'm trying to lose weight. I'm not trying to lose 12 pant sizes, and I'm not trying to look like a 15 year old super model.
Yeah, sure, I care about what I look like. Who doesn't? But, think about it. The types of exercises that I do are not ones for getting skinny. I lift weights and I run marathons. Both of which builds muscle and mass. Yeah, I like being muscly. But, again, that's not why I do it. It's a nice bi-product, but that's not why.
I'll tell you why I exercise like there's no tomorrow.
It makes me happy.
There is a joy I find in running that I cannot find in anything else. It is different from the joy I have in my family, and in the Gospel. It is different from the joy I find in music, and in eating chocolate. There is NOTHING comparable to the joy I get from running.
And I know exactly what that is. It's called an adrenaline rush. It is endorphins. It is an actual chemical reaction in the body that happens when a person's blood gets pumping and their heart is pounding.
It's that same chemical reaction some people get from cliff diving (that's not my thing, I'm afraid of heights). I actually got this same reaction after going through labor and delivery with each of my babies. It's that moment, that sense of accomplishment, after you've achieved something really hard and painful that makes you go, "Wow! That was awesome! Let's do that again!"
I get that same reaction after I've finished a marathon, or even just a good long run on a Saturday morning.
Because I deal with a chemical imbalance that causes my depression, the endorphin rush that I get from running actually helps me balance out my hormones.
I've taken anti-depressants. I've gone to therapy. I've even done holistic, natural supplements. People, I've done it all.
And nothing, and I mean NOTHING has had the same positive effect on my emotional well-being that running has.
I could say similar things about eating healthy. I am a bona fide sugar addict.
Yes, I firmly believe that sugar is a drug. If you think that caffeine, or nicotine, for that matter, is worse, well, I might not be a nutritionist, or a scientist, but I'd have to disagree. Sugar is a drug. And it IS addictive. And it makes me feel oh, so good when I get a fix. Until I crash. What starts out as elation becomes aggravation. And then, I have withdrawals. It's a vicious cycle. I'm trying to rehabilitate myself, but it's hard. Exercise helps me to curb my cravings a little bit.
And for me, when I find something that I'm this passionate about, I want to share it with the world. So, when I find out someone is trying to train for their first 5k, or just joined a gym, or has started walking everyday, I'm so excited for them. So, if you find yourself being judgemental of other skinny people who exercise, well then, put down the cookie dough, get up off the couch, and go for a walk.
You'll feel better, I promise!