Endurance is patience concentrated. –Thomas Carlyle
“Whoa…cool, Mrs. L.”
“My respect for you just went way up…”
Funny, how something so bothersome to me, can garner so much respect from the males in my life. BZ even called it, “a badge of honor!” I am referring to callouses and blood blisters forming on my hands from strength training. They are such a conundrum…bumps which make my hands feel old, yet originate from activity meant to make me feel young. I was taught by my very Southern mother, women should have soft hands. But, really, these callouses represent something more, deep inside…endurance, perseverance.
I am first born and traditionally, we are always in a hurry. Patience has never come easily. Other than the fact that I have to push myself to new levels of physical exhaustion, I also have to face great frustration with slow results. But, it is that same frustration which has me on the gym floor building “plank scars” on my elbows.
At warp speed I gained my weight…then at the same speed levels, quick fix diets and remedies took it up and down…and now my metabolism patiently waits to kick in every morning. The good news is after four months, there are inches dropping. I still cannot wear half of my closet, but I do see some progress. And it is important to acknowledge the little victories to make endurance possible.
So, how do I persevere??
- Humor…I know I am the prankster of our work- out team. But, perhaps you have heard this phrase, “If I don’t laugh, I’ll cry!” So true!
- Music…Somehow, the young man at the 5AM front desk knows to put on “oldie-goldie” music! Just when I need a swift kick in the bohonky, Rolling Stones or Donna Summers hits the airwaves.
- Look for rainbows…I rejoice and tell my family when I fit into something I could not wear this past summer. I also am not purchasing new clothes right now…I want to “wait for it”…that big moment when I achieve a major victory…the dress is in my head! So, the joy must really come from fit found in garments I could not wear in June.
- Understanding…I have said before that I do not weigh very often. My first real weighing- in will be on October 14 at my physical. I am well aware too much time on the scales will discourage me…I must resist that temptation or face inevitable discouragement.
- Perspective…keeping an honest appraisal of the time it takes to do strength training. Reminding myself not to allow false expectation to sink my ship….or I will be right back where I started. There are many books, posts, and articles which present strength training as another way to get a quick fix. BZ has taught me to discount those and understand in order to eat into the body fat takes time.
Successful people are those who endure. They have learned rewards come from perseverance, perspective, and patience. Lessons I have taken too long to learn. Now, all I have to do is look at my hands to remember and, then, move forward. It takes time to build callouses. Maybe, BZ is right, it is a badge of honor.
And, despite the completely ugly, unattractive appearance of those callouses… they are pretty fabulous!
Have a wonderful week! Don’t allow any discouragement to shut you down. ENDURE.