I’d love to be 6’2 and 180 pounds. A lighter shade of swole, if you will.
But chances are pretty good that’s not going to happen anytime soon.
For me, part of working out is stress-relief. As a freelancer work is alway feast or famine and there’s precisely 0% stability in what I do. It’s hard. Working out provides that steadiness that I need as a human being, and it’s something I have more control over.
That said, yeah, I work out because I want to look good. Broader shoulders, a big ole muscular chest with a pair of bulging biceps to match. Maybe a Brazilian booty, and nice calves.
I work in an industry where images of models are everywhere, where the people I work with and meet are oftentimes gorgeous and perfect looking. And sometimes this can alter your concept of “normal,” so you have to take a step back and reassess.
I could beat myself up because I don’t look like the models… but I’m too scrawny for that… kidding! (couldn’t resist) But really, I could get down on myself because I’m never going to be that 6’2” barrel chested model type. Or I could just get over that notion, and really focus on becoming the best version of myself.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with having a fantasy version of ourselves we’re always seeking to achieve. Dreams and ideas are literally what keep me going.
But at the same time, it’s important to be self-aware and keep a healthy dose of reality in your back pocket, just as a reminder of what things really are like. Things like how far you’ve come at the gym, what your best features are (as a photographer I can tell you — everyone has something beautiful about them), things you’re good at. It’s important to focus on those every now and again, too.
A little bit of self love is critical to success at the gym. You can beat yourself up and always compare yourself to others, but really, that’s not the point — getting yourself to the best you can be should be your focus.
But you kind of have to love yourself to that point, not force yourself there.