By Adam L Gonzalez
What is it inside of us that fuel our competitive nature? or even to push ourselves farther than we ever have? What's your motivation? What is it inside of us that makes us winners or losers? I know I threw out a few questions, but I only ask to get you thinking. I've always gave up on things relatively easy.
I really don't know why. Maybe, I just didn't care about things enough to fight for.
It wasn't until I joined a gym with my brother that things started to change. It was a really cool idea, at first. We backed each other on everything! I had a spotter, a motivator, a gym buddy and a mentor. We were both going to lose a ton of weight and be there for each other for support. It was going well for the first month, and then things started to change.
My brother started to slack off a bit and I fell in line. We both missed weeks at a time and we both started to gain even more weight. Truth be told, I depended on my brother to back my play and in the end, he gave up on me as well as himself.
We have a family history of heart disease and diabetes that should have been enough for us to keep working out. But when your brother backs out and you have a father that doesn't care about himself yet alone his own son, it was time to find my own motivation!
I know I could come up with excuses to stay out of shape and let my health fall into a downward spiral. I can spend the rest of my days focused on managing my blood sugar through insulin much like 80% of my immediate family. It was time; I had to take my head out of my ass!! I was filled with anxiety walking into the gym for the first time by myself. I felt as if everyone was just waiting for me to use something wrong just to poke fun and when I did, they laughed.
But to hell with them, I was on a mission! I researched every exercise machine and watched videos on how to perform them without injury. To be honest though my motivation came when; I just didn't want feel bad anymore! But those feelings were bittersweet because of all the pain I felt coming home from the gym, made me think that a syringe with a few units of insulin didn't sound so bad after all.
I had to stop with the negative thinking; I had no choice but to keep going. Before, I lost a pound I signed up for a 5K run my town was throwing. I registered; I didn't give it a second thought. I remember picking up my Extra, Extra, Extra, Large shirt for participating in the event. I trained as well as I could, I knew I had something in me that'll get me to finish line. I ran like hell during the event and finished averaging a fifteen minute mile. I didn't win, I didn't care. I finished, it was victory enough!
Everyone has this false imagery of what winning really is. If you don't have a first place medal around your neck, then your effort was wasted. Please let me be the first to tell you that it's bullshit! Anything you finish in life is a victory to yourself! I know everyone in life is facing problems. Believe me, I'm nothing special. But if someone tells me I can't do something, I will politely tell them to go to hell! And give it my all. I feel there is nothing I can't do. I will never stop trying, I will only think of all those negative remarks when I'm proving them wrong! So let me ask you again, with your back against the wall, what's your motivation?
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What is it inside of us that fuel our competitive nature? or even to push ourselves farther than we ever have? What's your motivation? What is it inside of us that makes us winners or losers? I know I threw out a few questions, but I only ask to get you thinking. I've always gave up on things relatively easy.
I really don't know why. Maybe, I just didn't care about things enough to fight for.
It wasn't until I joined a gym with my brother that things started to change. It was a really cool idea, at first. We backed each other on everything! I had a spotter, a motivator, a gym buddy and a mentor. We were both going to lose a ton of weight and be there for each other for support. It was going well for the first month, and then things started to change.
My brother started to slack off a bit and I fell in line. We both missed weeks at a time and we both started to gain even more weight. Truth be told, I depended on my brother to back my play and in the end, he gave up on me as well as himself.
We have a family history of heart disease and diabetes that should have been enough for us to keep working out. But when your brother backs out and you have a father that doesn't care about himself yet alone his own son, it was time to find my own motivation!
I know I could come up with excuses to stay out of shape and let my health fall into a downward spiral. I can spend the rest of my days focused on managing my blood sugar through insulin much like 80% of my immediate family. It was time; I had to take my head out of my ass!! I was filled with anxiety walking into the gym for the first time by myself. I felt as if everyone was just waiting for me to use something wrong just to poke fun and when I did, they laughed.
But to hell with them, I was on a mission! I researched every exercise machine and watched videos on how to perform them without injury. To be honest though my motivation came when; I just didn't want feel bad anymore! But those feelings were bittersweet because of all the pain I felt coming home from the gym, made me think that a syringe with a few units of insulin didn't sound so bad after all.
I had to stop with the negative thinking; I had no choice but to keep going. Before, I lost a pound I signed up for a 5K run my town was throwing. I registered; I didn't give it a second thought. I remember picking up my Extra, Extra, Extra, Large shirt for participating in the event. I trained as well as I could, I knew I had something in me that'll get me to finish line. I ran like hell during the event and finished averaging a fifteen minute mile. I didn't win, I didn't care. I finished, it was victory enough!
Everyone has this false imagery of what winning really is. If you don't have a first place medal around your neck, then your effort was wasted. Please let me be the first to tell you that it's bullshit! Anything you finish in life is a victory to yourself! I know everyone in life is facing problems. Believe me, I'm nothing special. But if someone tells me I can't do something, I will politely tell them to go to hell! And give it my all. I feel there is nothing I can't do. I will never stop trying, I will only think of all those negative remarks when I'm proving them wrong! So let me ask you again, with your back against the wall, what's your motivation?
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