Late Again

     I keep falling a little bit behind on my blog posts. I promise I'll get my shit together. Sorry, Sub. I'll post this week's blog post super early. By that I mean not three or four days after Wednesday.

    School has been hectic. It's been hectic since it started. In high school, I was as involved as a high school student can be. I played football, I threw for the track and field team, I committed about four hundred hours to community service, and I was my class president. When I got to Northeastern, I told myself I would take it easy my first year to get acclimated. One thing I told myself I wouldn't give up, however, is working out. I loved working out in high school. It was one of my favorite things to do. I was in love with every part of it: benching, squatting, deadlifting, curling, seeing muscles in my arm I hadn't seen before, seeing my max rise week to week. When I got to school, I just couldn't get into a gym rhythm even though the Marino Center is the best workout facility I have ever had access to. It's a lot nicer than my weight room in high school for sure. Sometimes, I don't have the time to, but most of the time, I'm just tired, or I don't feel like going.

     I first got into working out when I started playing football, and the reason I started playing football was to lose weight. Going into high school, I was pretty overweight. After my freshman year, I decided to make a change, so I joined the team. Partnered with hours in weight room, I lost forty pounds in a couple months. That's why I fell in love with it. I loved seeing my body change, and I hate right now, not seeing my body change for the better. I've lost weight since I got to college, but that doesn't matter as much to me as leaning out or gaining muscle. Just because the number on the scale goes down, doesn't mean I look better or feel better and I feel better when I see myself looking better. The problem with working out though is a lot of people get obsessed with improving themselves. They're never satisfied no matter how lean they are, or how big their biceps, or legs, or chest are. Nevertheless, I'm an advocate. There are so many benefits. When I was working out consistently, I felt better, I looked better, I got better sleep, I felt more alive, and I was mentally healthier. People also say that you need a strict diet paired with working out to see results, but I saw myself eating foods that I thought would reverse completely my work in the gym.

     I get that I sound like a hypocrite right now. Here I am preaching about the benefits of working out, yet I'm not even listening to myself or taking my own advice. I do admit, though, that I need to. Hopefully over the summer, since I'm staying for summer classes, I can start then or even hopefully, earlier.