There are a lot of good reasons why you (especially as a chick) should be lifting heavy weight. I don’t think there’s many folks out there who disagree with that statement anymore, and the ones who do are either too lazy to do so, or live under a rock.
I think being in better shape than your peers is a really good motivational factor (oh, I know you should train to be a better version of YOU), but who doesn’t want to be better than everyone around them at any given time?
That’s all well and good, but my main motivation for lifting heavy is pretty straightforward.
So much so that if I ever had to restrict my calories down to 1200 a day ever again, I would shank everyone.
“But, you can’t out train a bad diet,” they say. And true that is.
Fortunately for my fellow iron maidens, a bad diet = not eating enough food. 1400 calories at 5’7 doesn’t even allow me to paint my nails inside the lines let alone deadlift twice my bodyweight.
The fact of the matter is, I am very human. So much so that I want to … Dare I say it … Eat “dirty” food more than once a week.
It’s all about finding your personal balance. It’s all about defining that gray area where you work harder so you can eat a little more without dramatic consequence. Where you sacrifice eating everything you want all the time for truly enjoying foods that you love sometimes… When you earn it.
Where a bowl of cereal doesn’t equate a nervous breakdown or an hour on the treadmill. Where you use food albeit clean or dirty as a tool to fuel your body and get it to look and feel like you want it to.
Where you don’t have to obsess 24/7 over everything you put in your fucking mouth.
Lifting Heavy has been the most liberating thing that has ever happened to my “diet”.
Macros are way funner to track than calories. Not having to eat like a supermodel to look like a skinny fat is empowering (does anyone else miss the cigarette and coffee diet as much as I do? Srs j/k I want bacon with my coffee).
Every day I’m motivated by food and what it does for me. Less on rest days, more on lift days, and sometimes the only reason why I lift as hard as I do is because I know I’m going to get ice cream in a few more reps (is that bad?)
I obviously don’t eat with blatant disregard to being healthy, but what it all comes down to is – if I lift heavy, I get to eat! Every day! And not just bird food. In fact, ladies who lift often grapple with the issue of not being able to eat enough calories in a day! Say what?
Not starving is the best thing that ever happened to my weight loss. Getting to do something that I love that allows me to not starve? That’s my motivation!