Thoughts And Body Insecurities
Something hit me the other day while I was cooling down after my workout. Nope, wasn’t gas. Somewhere amid my TurboFire workout, I think I had a realization, an epiphany, or these may just be really fancy ways of saying I think I had a good idea.
It was decided (by myself) that I would like to become a certified personal trainer. Yep! I’ve been asked by quite a few people if I’ve considered it, and honestly, no I have not. Not with an real validity anyway. I think it may have crossed my mind a few times but was wiped away as fast as it came on.
The whole purpose of this blog over time became hoping that someone (even if it was one person) could possibly take something from what I’ve learned along the way. So in that aspect I have the drive to genuinely want to help people, and show them that they can work towards great health no matter from where they are starting.
That left me wondering why I had sorta just swept the thought away so quickly. I didn’t have to delve too deep to realize it has been my own insecurities that may have been keeping me from this path from the start.
I think my insecurities are rooted in the fact that: I do not and never will have a great fitness physique. Those gorgeously tanned, lubed up lean, and beautiful bodies that you see plastered in Fitness magazines and all over those so called “inspiring” fitspo pinterest pins.
I’m not sure people would look at me and equate me with a personal trainer. But then again, if you knew any part of my story – it may be a little different. I know that it is something I’m passionate and knowledgeable about. I know it’s something I’m always wanting to learn more about. I know that friends, strangers, and blog readers ask me questions non-stop regarding fitness and health – so in the not-so-eloquent words that I told my Father and Brother the other day: Why the fuck not??!
Spill it: What are some of your own insecurities.
Have they ever kept you from pursuing something you loved?