Spent another Sunday at Portside, which I don’t enjoy as much as my regular, less crowded (with youngin’s) gym, but its been closed sundays since they changed their hours due to cutbacks. Fortunately, I stay focused, work hard and have great results. Yesterday also just sucked because I’m bloated and feeling so unmotivated at times (several yesterday alone WHILE working out), but, like I said, I got through and worked my ass off. It feels great being so sore today from a workout that was not as intense as I had planned for I had to step out of my comfort zone again and work side-by-side with the overly-crowded free weight section of the gym. Yay, me!!
Even when I know I’m doing so awesomely & making all this progress, I still manage to have these “fat” days where I feel like I’m back where I started and have not gotten anywhere. It’s….unreal, this feeling & absolutely annoying because I could bedeviling so amazing in the morning but one little thing will trigger & I am this negative person who thinks “What’s the point?”. The difference between the “Me” then and now is that now I don’t give in to that voice. I keep on working hard, I keep on eating right. No more quitting or trying to starve myself. I know there’s been progress, despite the fact that I need reminders & part of the reason I’ve been taking more self-photos, and so I know not to be discourage and stop what I’m doing so well. Someday I’ll figure it out. I’m hoping to defeat it. That is one of my main goals.
…that lifting a glass to your lips in the morning (or raising your arms for any reason) is a horrible torture and makes you think “Maybe this drink of water wasn’t so necessary.”
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