Can I honestly say I’m an athlete? Hell, no. I’m overweight, heavier than I’ll ever admit. I’m 37…or is it 38? Seriously, I can never remember. When it comes to time, there seems to be an ongoing battle, sometimes just internally, over what will have my attention for each hour of the day. When I workout, I have won the battle, albeit temporarily. I’m awkward when I workout and balance totally escapes me. – I actually meant physical balance just now, but really, I’m balance challenged in most areas of my life. I eat nutritious foods, but I could eat my body weight in a Dairy Queen Georgia Mud Fudge Blizzard. I could go on and on.
I don’t think I’m sharing anything that makes me special. I’m an average gal dealing with an average life. We all come in different packages – Size/weight, family dynamics, working out of the home or in, past physical injuries, food tendencies, and issues ad nauseam. But that’s the beauty of it, really. We’re all the average athlete, trying to do the best we can in our busy, sometimes chaotic, messy, wonderful lives. I do my best to workout when I can and make good food choices. Sound familiar? Chances are, I just described you too.
Welcome to Average Athlete.
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