Practice What You Preach
Since I started school last June, my fitness levels have been steadily declining. I can confidently say that at this point, I'm at an all-time low. Prior to starting school, I worked a normal full-time job and for the most part, work was over when I walked out of the building. This meant that I had a lot more time to devote to fitness and hobbies, and while I didn't always do the best job, it was much easier to stay in shape.
Fast forward nine months, and I find myself in the worst shape I have been in within the past 10 years. Never in my life did I think I would consider walking my dogs a form of exercise. And yes, of course, there is time to do more than study in PT school. However, by starting a job and getting involved in as many opportunities as possible, I think I ate up a lot of that time. Exercise has become secondary to a lot of other things, and I'm not proud of it.
I find it ironic that by pursuing a profession that promotes fitness and well-being, I have lost touch with my personal drive for each of those things. I sometimes feel like a hypocrite when I'm educating a patient about the importance of exercise. I hear myself say the words, and when I have time to reflect on them later, I realize that I need to take my own advice. Unfortunately, it's just not that easy. (And who's to say patients don't feel the same way. Maybe this is a useful life lesson). Either way, I can't help but feel slightly embarrassed about my current physical state knowing that I am supposed to represent a profession that encourages a healthy lifestyle.
I'm confident that I will have more time to devote to getting back in shape once this semester ends. And to be honest, there really isn't anywhere to go but up at this point. So my new goal is not to feel this way four months from now.