When life gets you down, it tends to get your health habits down, too.
Italian restaurant instead of cooking at home tonight? Good idea! Drinks at the bar instead of yoga? Count me in. That barstool nearest the bowl of chips at a party? I’ve already claimed it, so back off.
If I had an Instagram account, you’d be looking at one big slideshow of #whiskey and #cheese.
Although I’ve been a health and fitness writer for almost five years, I still have moments of weakness.
Knowing the keys to health and knowing the keys to our own stupid behavior are, as I think we all know, two different animals. So even though I’ve managed to corral myself into getting pretty fit over the years, I still make minor detours.
I’m not exactly sure when the latest detour started. Or perhaps “bacchanalia” is a better word.
It may have been when a minor health issue struck. Or when work projects got hairy, or after the pup got injured. Maybe it was the family vacation. When food lovers get together in NYC, things can, apparently, get quickly out of hand.
But whatever the trigger was, somewhere along the line, I stopped making fresh, home-prepared meals and juggling regular climbing, hiking, tango and yoga. And this was replaced by lazy strolls around the block, obligatory before retiring to a brainless Redbox flick and Doritos with cottage cheese, washed down with a beer. Okay, two beers.
“But what about being fit?” Yeah, I’ll get back to that later.
And then yesterday, it happened.
A friend sent me these pictures from our last bouldering day in Little Cottonwood Canyon and I was reminded of my former glory. (If not quite glory, at least not pathetic hermity laziness.) And I was back in the climbing gym today.
I had somehow forgotten how good it felt to move my body until seeing that photo. So I guess I’ve discovered first-hand how effective looking at pictures of yourself exercising can be.
I’m grateful for the friend who took the climbing photos, as well as the friend who helped ping me out of my stupor with a climbing gym invite this morning.
If you are also in need of a nudge to get back to the gym, I highly recommend seeking motivation in photos of former fitness feats and in your posse. And if those fail to get you off the couch, try sitting through Wolf of Wall Street.