I do it all for me.

There are not many things in life that we get to do all for ourselves. There is one thing I do each day for me. It is my zen at the end of the day. It is my moment to breathe and process what happened each day. It is just for me. It is my daily run. Multiple times in the past few months I have had individuals ask me why I work out. Do I do it for myself? To lose weight? For Chris?

I run all for me. I work out to take care of me, to stay healthy and fit. I do it because it is the one hour of my day that is entirely for me. I can make the choice to just listen to music, or to read (yes I read while I run on the treadmill), or to zone out and meditate. It is my time. At the end of the day it does not matter how much I weigh, or the tone of my body, it matters how I feel about myself. Am I confident about who I am and how I treat others? Yes. That is what matters, not the curves or the sag of what the years have done to my body.

I am a health nut. My parents passed on when they were in their 50’s. I never once remember seeing my parents workout. Of course, my dad being a contractor had plenty of physical activity, but I never saw them consciously focus on what they ate, or specifically thinking about physical fitness. I want to be different. I want to be active. I want to think about what I put into my body. Is it good fuel, or crappy sugar that does nothing to give me energy throughout my day?

What do you do all for you? I hope there is something.

3 thoughts on “I do it all for me.

  1. Sometimes it’s difficult to be “selfish”, but I think it is absolutely necessary. It becomes more difficult when you move from being single to married. It becomes exponentially more difficult when you move into parenthood 😉 But, unless you take care of yourself, it is so much more difficult to be truly present in the lives of others. Personally, I take 5 days of the work week and make sure that I get out for a brisk walk, read inspiring blog entries such as this one, and write 😉 All for myself because it’s what fills my bucket up and allows me to be me.


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