I wish it WAS time to party.
If I had stuck to the plan, by now I’d be a much fitter person but the reality of it is this, I suck. I suck at losing weight and I suck at exercising even more.
You already knew this about me.
I’ve never been one to promise anything but I thought I’d at least be able to stick to the “one step at a time” thing. But then it got cold and I got tired and then something in my personal life went helter skelter.
The excuses that I cooked up for myself are many. All true, of course but none of them really warranted a complete stop to the production line.
What do I have to show for it? TEN extra pounds. No joke. So today I dusted off the scale and recorded my true weight. Not the weight I thought I was based on the notches in my belt, but my true weight. I wrote it down. I packed my sensible lunch of grilled salmon and kale salad and I hit the pavement. Again.
It did feel good to start walking again but every other step, I found myself grimacing. I wasn’t in pain, I think I was just crabby but those that encountered me mid-grimace steered clear of me so I must have been a sight.
What’s in store for me tomorrow? More of the same.
How about you? I hope you are doing better than I am.