Pleasure in pain.

So in the current year, I have entered into as unemployed. Although I have a job, it doesn’t start back until March, and I do technically have my three internships, I would still count myself as unemployed seeing as I have a lot of free time and no cash monies.

For the first two months of this state I felt slothy and depressed, like I wasn’t pulling my weight, however I have sprung into 2016 looking at it a little bit differently. While I am still frustrated at my income and employment status I have found something that can bring joy back into the long days. Exercise!

I have started training at an MMA gym in Brisbane as well as maintaining my training at my regular gym and have found the feeling of pain is leaving me thriving. Am I crazy in the fact that I only feel good, productive and useful when I ache my way through the day? The joy tight muscles and aching abs brings me makes me laugh as I drive from my third training session of the day back to my home to eat my body weight in meat and vegetables.

I know I am not alone in my joy of pain, I merely am surprised that I have joined the ranks of crazed individuals that crave the pain that progress causes, the ache that shows your personal fitness growth. Because, let me be honest, it wasn’t long ago that my life goals were polishing off an entire tub of ice cream in a day and slothing around in the sun with friends.

However, while I do find an immense joy in aches and the lack of bloated bread related gains I will admit I am not yet the dedicated mad woman I idolise. I still, and probably will forever fall victim to allowing morning Sunday cuddles, and the call of a greasy cheese toasty. But I don’t mind, that’s just balance right?

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