When I was in my 20's, I subconsciously thrived on stress and drama. I was attracted to it. I got caught up in various television Soap Opera's. Was glued to the news channels for hours during a disaster story. I always had to know the latest drama going on at work or in other people's lives.
For whatever reason, I needed to feel like I was a part of it all and because "like attracts like", I surrounded myself with people who were full of drama and stress. And, what goes hand in hand with that? Negativity! Also known as, life's biggest energy sucker.
Even though I thrived on stress, I was always a positive person. I was the one that would tell you that the glass was half full.
It wasn't until I started associated myself with positive people and situations that I realized how much control I had over my own happiness and opportunities that surround me.
I have since grown into the person that will drink the glass of water while others continue to argue over how full it is because life is too short to argue over one's personal perception. But, challenge me when I know I am right, and it's totally "game on". HA!
Don't get me wrong. As optimistic as I am, I have found myself in plenty of stressful and negative situations but how I choose to respond is of my own doing. I just try really hard to not allow anyone to dictate my emotions. I allow myself to be sad, mad, angry, or happy. And, it's OK to feel sad (for a moment). It's OK to be mad. More importantly, it's OK to be happy.
There is nothing naive about being happy or positive. Most negative people perceive positive people as being naive because we aren't focused on what could go wrong.
While I am aware of the risks I take, I choose to focus on what can go right. Where is the wrong in that?
And, I do not dare let anyone tell me that I can't do something for myself. Tell me I can't achieve something and I'll show you I can.
I use my inner motivational speaker to push myself to succeed in everything I do. Whether it's a tough project at work or my effort level in the gym, I can talk myself into finishing whatever I start.
Last Sunday, I decided to push myself a little harder at the gym because a bigger effort = bigger results. So, I added an extra 10 minutes to the StairMaster at a slightly faster speed for a total of 30 minutes. I also increased my time on the rowing machine from 60 minutes to 65.
Yes, that is a mere 15-minute addition.
Nothing to call the news stations about but at the end of the week, that 15 minutes per day (x7 days) added up to an additional 1 hour and 45 minutes of kicking ass in the gym.
That extra effort has made a difference on the scale because when I weighed myself this morning, I was excited (more like shocked) to see that I had lost FOUR pounds this week, bringing my total weight loss to 35 pounds since October.
Other than changing the brand of protein shake I drink, I didn't eat anything differently. I am still consuming 1 gram of protein a day per pound of my target body weight. I am still drinking the same amount of water each day (which is half my body weight in ounces).
I can only attribute those four pounds to the additional 15 minutes of time.
When I started back in the gym just three months ago, I knew that my body would lose the first few pounds fairly quick because I hadn't worked out for more than two years. I was right because the first ten pounds practically fell off.
It took a month to build enough stamina to maintain an hour on the rowing machine and 20 minutes on the Stairmaster. My body became stronger and my muscles more leaner. Kind of goes along with that saying of, "Life isn't getting easier, I'm just getting stronger."
However, after two months of the same routine, my body became accustomed to same daily level of physical stress and my weight loss slowed down. It needed a little more stress to trigger muscle stimulation so last Sunday I granted it's wish.
I didn't add new moves or workouts to my routine.
I didn't add some latest fitness craze piece of machinery, equipment, or pill to swallow.
I simply pushed myself a little harder than I did the week before.
15 minutes harder.
Did I die? No.
Was I still breathing in the end? Yes.
It was just a little change that made a four pound difference.
I said goodbye to my days of thiving on stress years ago and I cannot stand drama. The only stress I like to feel these days is the stress of my muscles working.
Say goodbye to old habits, negative people, and nay-sayers.
Chase your dreams.
Achieve your goals.
Add another 15 minutes to whatever is important to you.
Do not settle for anything less than what you want to achieve. In relationships, work, or just life in general.
If you are brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
I got this! You got this!