Today was full of excuses. Part two.
I don’t know if I was kidding myself earlier when I said that it was becoming easier to make myself go to the gym. Because it is hard. Today I felt like all the motivation in the world wasn’t going to get me to go to the gym. I don’t know, it’s like, ever since I saw that personal trainer, I thought it was going to…inspire me. But I feel like it only brought me down. The excuses were the same as yesterday. I’m too tired. I have to get up early. I have to go to bed early. One more show. (Did I mention that I watch way too much TV?)
So I stopped in the middle of last seasons Once Upon A Time. I love the show but I just stopped watching it. I keep wanting to start back up. This new season looks fantastic. I decided that if I’m going to sit and watch this tv show, I might as well walk and watch it instead. So I went. I got on a treadmill and for 45 minutes picked up from where I left off. I’m excited to see the next episode. But what’s more…I’m glad I went to the gym today.
Once Upon A Time
Today was full of excuses.
I didn’t end up going to the gym. I kept telling myself to. And then I would say later. It just didn’t happen today.
So I went to the gym to take a class today. My plan was to officially do my weigh-in and see if I made any progress. And I didn’t do it. I walked right past the scale. Twice. I have no idea why. I really want to know where I’m at after my first week. I just didn’t.
I met up with an old friend for the class. That made it a ton easier to get myself to the gym. It was like an appointment I couldn’t miss. When it’s just me going to the gym, I can push it off for an hour or 3. Today I knew what time I needed to be there and just went. It was nice. Not having to push myself to go. I was especially scared that because I didn’t go yesterday I would put it off today as well. But I went.
You can’t make old friends. You either have them or you don’t.
Today was my first day off from work since starting this, so I decided to make this my day of rest. I did pull out my Just Dance game. I did it for 30 minutes. I’m glad I at least did something. Tomorrow, I’m going to officially do a weigh-in and write down any progress.
When I signed up for the challenge, I also signed up to see a personal trainer. I figured the more motivation the better. Today was my first session. I don’t know what I thought was going to happen. I don’t know what I expected. I was nervous driving to the gym. I think… I was expecting that he would show me the various machines and how to use them. That he would see what I already knew and what I needed to know. That’s not what happened. I don’t know. I don’t think I liked it. I didn’t feel as if he was helping me with what I needed to achieve to lose weight. I didn’t feel pushed the whole time. I might go to one more session and see if it’s any different. I mean, it’s the first one so it has to go up from there.
I feel as if I’m finally getting into a habit of going to the gym. I know it’s early…only 6 days. But it’s more than I’ve gone in the last 6 months. I’m seeing a little progress. I’ve gotten on the scale every day. I know I’m not supposed to. I don’t see any difference in my clothes. I just want to see if it’s working. And it is. A little. Again, I know it’s only been 6 days so I shouldn’t be expecting to see a big jump.
I’ve heard people say that when they workout they feel better throughout the day. I think that is b.s. I don’t feel better. I don’t necessarily feel worse but it doesn’t make me feel better. I think I still have the same amount of energy I had before I started working out. Maybe as time goes by I’ll start to feel different about it.
Remind yourself that it’s okay not to be perfect.
For the 90 day challenge, one of the requirements is that I need to take before and after photos. I usually don’t like taking photos. I’m the one who turns my head or covers my face. I’ve been putting it off since I signed up. The photo itself needs to show as much as my body, while being tasteful. No standing in the mirror and taking the photo. I need to have someone take the photo of me in a sports bra and shorts. I already asked my sister to do it. She said sure, just tell her when. I asked her 5 days ago. I don’t usually have a problem with the way I look. I’ve seen myself in mirrors and photos. But for some reason, taking this simple photo is tough for me to do. That is today’s goal.
There’s a zumba class later today. I’m going to check it out. I like dancing. But as I said before. I do not like the mirrors.
Decide that you want it more than you are afraid of it. -Bill Cosby
I ended up going for only about 30 minutes yesterday. But I went. That’s all that matters. It was easier to go today. I got home from work, immediately changed and left for the gym. I had fun. I still hate those mirrors. But I had fun.
I’ve been eating pretty good lately too. No fried food. Nothing greasy. But today. Today was bad. I went to the gym earlier today than I had the last few days. Then it was dinner and I was famished. I know. Who says famished? I was craving a burger. And fries. I should have stopped myself. There were plenty of other options. Healthier options. But the burger and fries won me over. I’m going to say it was me getting it out of my system.
yeah it sucks….keep going!