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How I found myself among punching bags

How I found myself among punching bags

This post is certainly going to be a departure from the typical business of this site. However, it is something that is on my mind in a big way, and I hope that it helps someone.

I realized that I needed to make a change for myself, physically, when my work posted a picture of a team celebration. It was a photo that I didn’t see of myself beforehand and I hadn’t angled in just the right way assuring that the photo would be as flattering as possible.

In fact, it was exactly the opposite, I hated the way that I looked. I stared at the photo in disbelief and with a bit of determination that I didn’t know I had before. I declared to myself that the picture would be my ‘before’ photo.

Determination like never before

On Monday, February 19th, at 6 am I went to a gym for the first time in longer than I care to admit. I stepped through the door, intimidated, nervous and quite frankly tired from worrying about the class the entire night before.

I was instantly put at ease and given instruction by the instructor, Lauren. The class lasted for 45 minutes, and as cliche as it sounds, that 45 minutes changed my life.

I was tired and sore, but I was hooked.

No more excuses

You see, I have been operating for the last 9 years, like a large percentage of mothers do. Totally depleted, from running from place to place with her children.

It has been too easy to make the excuse that I am just too busy to fit in time at the gym.

I mean dinner isn’t just going to make itself.

Kids have homework to do.

The oldest has track practice.

The husband is at work.

and on and on and on.

I had been feeding myself those bullshit lines for far too long.

Sadly, as a result, my physical and mental health suffered. I was letting even very personal hygiene tasks like brushing and untangling my very long hair go undone simply because I didn’t want to stand in front of the mirror long enough to complete the job. Ya’ll that is a bad place to be.

I never thought of myself as overweight, I mean I knew that I was, but I didn’t really think of myself like that until I would see an occasional photo of myself. Still, nothing really ever changed the behavior.

The behavior and thinking behind getting in shape changed, when I went through a personal crisis at home. I realized that I could fix the problem at hand, but the likeliness of it really being fixed wouldn’t change until I addressed other parts of my life.

That’s where SixPax Fitness comes in. SixPax has made such a big difference in my life, that I don’t mind (much) getting up at 4:20 am so that I can make a 5 am class.

Putting myself first

The world hasn’t grinded to a halt

I have traded eating out at noon, for going to a lunch class.

I realized my kids weren’t going to shrivel away and die if I have to bring them with me to an evening class while my husband works.

My husband and even a few co-workers have commented to me that I am nicer these days. It might be that I am getting my frustrations out when I strap on my boxing gloves and hit the bags until I have sweat dripping down my face.

I have found that I don’t yell as much as I was before, I have energy that I never thought was possible. I was so tired before, going to the gym wasn’t possibly going to help. Boy, was I wrong.

I am sure that my family and coworkers tire of hearing me talk about my latest workout, or talk about the gym that I have grown to love so much in just a little bit of time. I don’t really care if they are tired of it, to be honest. #sorrynotsorry

Sure, dinner might have to be a bit later in the evenings.  I might turn in earlier at night so that I get enough sleep to get up super early when I need to.  I don’t even really feel like I am missing out on the lunch breaks with co-workers.

The Earth hasn’t stopped spinning, my children don’t need therapy (yet) and my marriage hasn’t suffered because I decided to make myself a priority.

I don’t have a dramatic before and after photo, yet, but what I do have is an increased respect for myself and a desire to help myself become stronger and healthier.

Find what works for you.

Finding myself among the punching bags

I am fully aware that getting yourself where you need to be might not be found in a gym, it might be found by reading more, or taking time to be alone in nature. Perhaps it is taking a leap into something that you have been putting off because you have been scared. I urge you to go for it, do something for you, and in doing so you might just be helping your family.

I hope that you can find your own SixPax, whatever that may be and if you are in Louisville I would love for you to come and sweat your ass off with me.

How putting myself first helped me find myself again

Cindy Richards

Sunday 11th of March 2018

I know the power of that unexpected photo. My friend Susy once saw herself in photo I took of her (at a party I threw to celebrate her!) and said: "Oh my God. That's the person who ate Susy." So, you go, girl! I'm proud of you for taking some time to work on you. It means the kids will be less likely to need therapy later. Really.


Thursday 8th of March 2018

So true, we forget to put our "oxygen masks" on first, and end up wondering why we're suffocating in this thing called life. Good for you! And keep at it!!