Why is it that we can do total badass things like, oh I don’t know, beat cancer, but walking into a gym is enough to make me want to crawl inside of a hole? This body may not look the way I want it to right now, but it waged a war against itself this year. It carried me through chemo and a mess of a double mastectomy. This body literally came back from the brink of death at one point. But today none of that mattered - or it didn’t feel like it did. I sat outside of that gym filled with anxiety and fear. But I went in anyway - because like @glennondoyle
says, We Can Do Hard Things. So friend, whether that hard thing for you is chemo, surgery, confrontation, standing up for yourself, admitting your problem, anxiety attacks, or even walking into a gym (while have an anxiety attack) - whatever the hard thing in your life, you can do it. I promise you.
Now I’m going to sit in the bath and go to bed early, because when you work out for the first time in a year post chemo and all the other cancer festivities, your body says HELL NO. But tomorrow I’m going to wake up and do hard things again, because I don’t know any other way. And so will you, friend 💜