I went for a workout yesterday.
Not because I hate my body.
Not because I “ate” bad things.
Not because I “need” to lose weight.
Not because I felt “fat” and “ugly.”
Not because I was worried about the calories I ate that day.
Not because swim suit season is coming up and I have to have a “bikini body.”
Not for any of those reasons.
I went because it makes me feel good.
I went because my body loves it when I work out.
I went because I sleep better, have more energy, and combat my depression when I work out.
I went because my diabetes is more controlled when I’m active. I went because I don’t want to let my diabetes stop me from reaching my goals.
I went because I love feeling strong. Fierce. Powerful.
I went because I want to model a healthy lifestyle for my daughter.
I went because I want her to see that mama takes care of her health and makes it a priority.
I went because I want her to understand that her worth is not equated to her jean size. Neither should her mood be.
I went because she inspires me to try new things, to celebrate what my body CAN do, and to never give up when it gets hard.
I went because 10 years ago I had horrible body image and I never want to go back to that mindset.
I went because 10 years ago I couldn’t look in the mirror without hateful things coming to mind.
I went because I love how my husband loves the way I carry myself after a workout.
I went because I love that he calls me strong and I want to live a long and healthy live with him.
I don’t work out any longer because of negative motivators.
I work out because it makes me feel strong, happy, healthy, and ALIVE.