Running is not for me. It’s boring, it hurts, and the only high I ever got from it was an exercise-induced asthma attack. It was during one of these post-sprints-home-oh my God-I can’t breathe- I hate this-fits that my dad dropped my favorite piece of wisdom he’s ever given me: Rome wasn’t built in a year.
Imagine, I’m in the bathroom coughing up a lung, tearing up from the sheer amount of breath leaving my body, and in a panic, my dad tells me the most comforting thing he can thing of… and flubs it. (#ESLproblems)
Now, I didn’t keep up with those torturous runs that happened when I was a teenager, but that little replacement of “year” for “day” has stayed at the forefront of my mind for when the going gets tough.
It’s been my mantra as I’ve made a conscious effort to make this lifestyle change. I’ve been overweight my entire life through a serious of poor choices, bad habits, and emotional baggage. This weight-loss journey, lifestyle change, whatever you want to call it, is a trek of learning, unlearning, healing, and growing. I don’t want this to be a “get rich quick” scheme of sorts, where it lasts for six months and then I revert to my old ways. This needs to stick.
That’s where the staying power of “Rome wasn’t built in a year” comes from. The real Roman Empire (ready to nerd out with me?) was built upon the Roman Republic, which was built upon the Roman Kingdom. It was hundreds of years of evolution and growth, not just weeks or months.
It’s with this mindset that I set forth on sharing my story with you. Because after all, we’re all just working it out: life, love, health, who we are, and who we want to be.
Why not try together?
Much love and many thanks,