When I step on the treadmill or approach the squat rack, I don’t imagine an aesthetically pleasing physique when seeking motivation. I imagine me as my fittest self: healthy, active, strong.

I work out to be as fit as possible for as long as possible, for a higher quality of life and a higher standard of living. Consistent reminders dictating that I “don’t need to work out,” or should “just relax” never cease to app me; they come across as shallow assumptions that my efforts are an attempt to temporarily boost my appearance or body image.

Setting goals is an important step to making progress in any workout regimen, but the final result we strive for shouldn’t revolve around the number we see on the scale or the idea of being noticed by friends and family. Our fitness is measured by the way we feel, the way we look, and the way we feel about the way we look.

Muscle weighs more than fat; I’ve managed to do away with regularly weighing myself altogether in place of simply studying the alterations in my figure in the mirror,.

More rewarding are my newfound energy, boosted mood and the noticeable changes in my strength both in and outside of the weight room.

True fitness is measured by the self, not by the eyes and perspectives of others.  Getting in shape for the right reasons proves rewarding on multiple levels.