It's hard on my ego to keep this in mind, but I know it's the only way I can keep going. I will admit, I haven't been as consistent in my workouts as I would like to be- health reasons, time, the weather, and my plain old beaten up, out of shape body have all contributed to that, but I am working on changing that. I've set a goal for twice a week, no matter what. I even did something extraordinarily terrifying: I..DUN-DUN-DUUUUUN!!! ...Bought a scale- EEEEK!!! I stepped on it this morning for the first time, and let me tell you, if I was ever gonna get some motivation handed to me, it was in the form of those blue digital numbers. It's an image I hope to never see again.
I'm also finding out that nature has handed me a blessing in disguise. My body, once cool with inhaling gooey cheeseburgers and junk food, is no longer able to tolerate crap. Without going into graphic detail, I'll just say that the non-healthy stuff does not sit well whatsoever, and I'ver had to learn that the hard way on more than one occasion. So! Gone are the greasy drive thru bags- It's clean or nothing for this tummy, something I know will serve me well.
I'm realizing that this whole thing is a process, and I'm acclimating myself to it, slowly but surely. There are times when I want to give up, I knew there would be, but all it takes is a look in the mirror to change my mind. I don't want to be trapped in this body, and I'm terrified of things getting worse than they already are. Baby steps are better than no steps, and I'm gonna baby step my fat ass all the way to HealthyTown.
|This has become my mantra.|