The biggest lie you’ve ever been told about building a healthier life is that it’s easy.
Show me any fitness magazine or Pinterest search and I’ll show you photos of models who are smiling like they just won the lottery, not a drop of sweat on their bodies, demonstrating “easy 15-minute strength workouts” before you flip the page to a collection of “super simple 20-minute recipes” that are “omg so easy to make!”
And you know what I have to say to all of that? Fuck off. Seriously, fuck off.
Working out isn’t easy. Being mindful about what you eat isn’t easy. Meal planning and grocery shopping and preparing food and then actually following through on your plan to eat said food in between getting your ass off the couch to work out isn’t easy. It’s hard – and it’s especially hard in the beginning.
When I first started running, I wanted to die 100% of the time. The first time I tried to hold a plank for more than 10 seconds, I fell on my face. When I began cutting out sugar and processed foods and forcing more green things into my mouth, I wanted to gag. Everything tasted like the ground and I didn’t want to chop so many vegetables and what the hell do you mean I should be eating chia seeds? Isn’t that what chia pets are made of?! Get out of here with that shit. My tastebuds hadn’t yet adapted to the new foods and my body hadn’t adapted to the new exercise and I was sore and frustrated literally every single day.
Even now, more than four years into this lifestyle, there are still plenty of days when it isn’t easy. My running and salad-making habits are solidly on point, but there will never, ever, ever be a time when going running and preparing a healthy meal is as easy and effortless as laying on the couch eating an entire sleeve of Oreos. Never ever.