This weekend, I didn’t really feel like doing much. I’d had a long week at work, BD and LD kept me up a couple nights in a row with tummy problems (they’re better now, thankfully!), and I just felt overall blah.
Even though it was a gorgeous weekend, I kinda just wanted to lay around on the couch and veg out. (Which is not normally like me at all).
Lucky for me, I couldn’t do this because I already had a bunch of things planned for the weekend that forced me to get my butt moving: helping my mom out with her garden, helping The Hubby take care of some much-needed yard work, and going to an early morning Zumba class with a friend. (BTW, it wasn’t as scary as I thought! Everyone was about as bad as I am, and the instructor was still as encouraging as my favorite PS3 Zumba woman.)
By the end of what I thought would be an exhausting weekend, I actually felt a ton better…more energized, more positive, more like, well, me. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Every time I feel like the last thing I want to do is physical activity, it actually winds up being exactly what I needed to make me feel better.
If I’m stressed about a big work project? Exercise helps me get my nerves out.
If I’m feeling kinda low and mopey? Getting out in nature (especially with the pups) and doing something active never fails to cheer me up.
If I feel sleepy or blurry or otherwise blah? Moving around perks me up just as well as a cup of coffee. (Without the potential crash.)
That doesn’t mean I still don’t sometimes get that “I don’t wanna do it and you can’t make me!” thing going on when I’m trying to convince myself that moving around will actually be a good thing. But every time I do convince myself and do it anyway, I’m always glad I did.
Have you ever felt this way about exercise? How does it help you with your mood, energy levels, etc.?
photo credit: Maria Ly