It’s amazing how safe a routine can become. Every Monday and Wednesday I spend doing an hour of zumba, every Tuesday and Thursday, I do TRX, I’ve added spin to my Friday routine. I’ve gotten so used to it now, that I’m afraid to stray from it at all. I know that I work Monday, Wednesday and half a day Friday, and while I don’t make tons of money and have considered looking for a part-time job where I could make more money, I’m comfortable. I know I’ll be out of work on time to make it to my classes. The fear of the unknown keeps me where I am.
It was the same story before I started losing weight. I was comfortable. I didn’t want to leave my kids to take time to go to the gym. My husband loved me the way I was, so what difference did it make if I dropped the pounds?
At what point did I stop taking risks? When did I start worrying so much about making others happy? Look at where I’ve come. If I hadn’t take that first step, gone out of my comfort zone, I wouldn’t be where I am today. That doesn’t make change any less scarey to me. It just reminds me, as terrifying as it may be, as hard as it is to admit I might fail, sometimes it’s worth it, and sometimes it’s for the best.