One of the things I hear the most on the topic of working out is struggling to find the motivation to even start. Trust me, I’ve been there. I know it may seem like I’m always all about the gym with my overload of gym selfies (sorry not sorry), but I struggle to scrape up motivation sometimes, too.
Today I’m going to be sharing the simple trick I use to get my butt in the gym.
I have these “rules” that I created for social media. Like not consciously, but one day I just found myself telling myself I could or couldn’t do things and I’ve just always followed those rules. For example, I only like a tweet if I have a reason to want to go back and look at it one day, maybe it was funny or maybe it made me happy. I never like tweet that I “like” but don’t have a reason to go back and look at again. Other rules I follow are never using a solo quote as an Instagram caption, never subtweeting, and never deleting old pictures.
With my sister being a middle schooler, I’m pretty in tune with how they interact socially and use social media. There are a lot of things about this next generation that I don’t like (mirror selfies with the flash on so you can’t even see anything. Like really?), but one that really bothers me is the fact that they delete pictures off their Instagrams all the time.
I never delete old pictures. Not off my phone, not off Twitter, not off Instagram and not off Facebook. No matter how embarrassing they are, and trust me, there are some really embarrassing ones.
Why would I torture myself like that?
First off, I don’t see it as torture. I’m a visual person, and I love documenting my life through pictures. I love being able to look back and remember how I was feeling and what happened on the day I took a photo. Which is why I have thousands of pictures on my phone, my laptop, and tucked away in photo albums. I’m that girl who’s always saying, “We need to take a picture!”
That doesn’t mean I love every picture I’ve ever posted online. (That’s hilarious.) I’m just too stubborn to delete them.
Have you ever been out and seen a cute couple eating together at a restaurant or sharing popcorn at the movies, and thought about how you wish you had someone to take you out on a date?
I know that in my very essence I’m a relationship person. I can tell because I love doing things for other people just to make their day and see them smile. I love planning elaborate surprises and planning gifts for half a year just to make sure they’re perfect. Quality relationship material I do think so myself.
But, I haven’t been in a relationship in months. Well, not a romantic one anyways. And sure, it feels just as great to do all these things for my friends, but sometimes I want someone to do something elaborate for me too. I’m not saying my friends don’t, but I can’t always count on others to bring me happiness.
That’s why I take myself out on dates.
Before I came to college it was almost unheard of for me to go out alone (unless it was shopping, duh). I didn’t want to look stupid. But then I moved across the country to go to college and was suddenly without my trusted movie buddy. I was faced with a decision: either not seeing the new movie I had been dying to see, or suck it up and just go alone.
Can you guess what I did?
That one self date made me fall in love. Now I actually prefer going to the movies alone, and actually went last week to finally see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
I know I do.
Two years ago today I didn’t have a single social media app on my phone. Not because I didn’t use them, but because I was challenged to stay off social media for a month.
No one thought I could make it because I’m basically the social media queen, but I did complete the challenge.
That challenge taught me I’m literally addicted to my phone, and I worry too much about other people’s lives and what they think about mine. Since then, I’ve tried to stay off my phone as much as possible, but somehow in the past year, I’ve started using it even more than before. I know it’s partly because I started my blog, since promoting it on social media is obviously necessary, but it’s also because I’d been sucked further into the black hole.
I feel pressured to post on Instagram everyday, and like I need to watch everyone’s Snapchat and Instagram stories (ugh, so much effort).
I know I’m not the only one who’s addicted to their phone and social media either. My little sister will flip out if her phone isn’t within five feet of her, and if she’s showing me something on her phone she won’t even let me hold it. I have friends who endlessly scroll their Facebook all day staring at videos of cute animals and strongly opinionated statuses. I can tell more than just the people I know are addicted to their phone and its Twitter and Instagram apps, because when I go out to eat I swear that everyone is on their phones and not talking.
So I know I’m not the only one who needs a social media detox. (Yes, I’m currently giving you a look).