I have been working out since March 20 – so as of today – almost 4 months. I feel I have gotten some great results. Lost 16.3 pounds and definitely lost inches. I need to measure myself for exacts, but definitely inches. I workout at least 3 times a week – 4 if I don’t have to work on a Saturday. I need to start moving everyday. I have got to get off my duff and move, even if its just a walk at night, at least I am doing something.
Now, here is my challenge – its time to eat better. I need to commit and I need to just do it. I know there is a way to eat better and I know some of that has to do with more protein, but honestly, I have no idea where to begin. And realistically, I do not want to pay someone to tell me what to eat. Its not so much that I wouldn’t pay someone, just money is beyond tight right now. And I have googled it and I get so lost.
I came across a bunch of different pages that basically led me to purchase a program which i am not doing. And I don’t want something that tells me to eat the same thing at every meal . I guess I do not know what I am looking for . It’s like I know what I want to do, but not sure how to do it. I know there are little steps I can take, cutting out bread and pasta ( my favorites ) guess I will start there.
I gotta do something. At least I realize that, and I suppose admission is the first step.
I have got to step it up and get this ass in gear!
I feel like since July hit, I have not been as good with my fitness as I should be. Granted, a lot has gone on in my life this month, but stupid me for letting it slow me down. I can’t slow down now, I have come too far and farther than I could of ever imagined!
Thinking of the past week with my workouts – I am disappointed in myself that I only got 2 in. Was supposed to be 4 but my son’s dr appt conflicted with one, then I had to work Saturday so that canceled out the other. One night had running, I got through it. Deep down I had hoped that the running would be easier for me by now, no Flo Jo, but at least easier. I am completing the runs, but I still struggle. It sucks. I hate it. I would love to hit the pavement and be like Flo Jo, gracefully striding, wind at my back. Instead I am like Igor crippled and hobbling. But, I keep swimming. I have to. I have to keep it up.
I know this seems like a bunch of random bitching , but I needed to vent it. That is what this is all about Triumphs – Trials – Tribulations.
Back in the gym tomorrow with a smile on my face!
