Victimville

Without going into much history, I’ll say that there was a dark period in my life, much like you’ve probably been through as well.

Mine was a nasty divorce. Friends chose sides, and the losses were tough. I became angry and bitter. I felt hopeless. And I was seriously depressed.

One day during my storm, I started going to the gym. And over time I noticed my depression lessened. My confidence resurfaced. And a new me evolved.

While learning to do squats with weights I never thought I could lift, I was also learning to push through my heals and dig down deep into my gut to overcome my anger, bitterness and hurts. It’s become the one thing I could always control when the world around me was spiraling out of control: My potential.

I control whether or not I can get through one more rep or not. And the feeling when I do it is nothing less than miraculous.

So eventually I got off the express lane headed to Victimville and changed my course.

The past couple of weeks I’ve had a chance to reflect on where I was and where I am now.

And where I am now is happy and at peace! But my friends, I do have to work for it – mentally and physically – every single day.

Sure I go through times where I convince myself not to go to the gym that day. And you bet, sometimes that one day turns into five or ten.

My friends, I pay for it! My thinking isn’t as sharp. My spirits are a little more downtrodden. And I feel like I am losing rather than gaining.

You see, doing something, (anything) even if it’s just 20-30 minutes is better than doing nothing.

When I commit to my workouts, I know I am moving forward instead of taking steps backwards.

So the principles of lifting have helped me lift weights off my shoulders that are not seen with the eye.

I push though my heels.

I dig down deep into my gut.

And I move forward not backwards.

It’s helped me to forgive, move past, let go and understand others and their struggles a little better. What’s more, it’s helped me smile and shine (again).

Little did I know that fitness saves the soul! And it’s saved mine.

I hope you can also get off the express lane to dismal distress to let it save you.

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