It’s so easy for me to get discouraged when it comes to eating well, working out, and my weight. Especially with my weight.
I ate out quite a few times in the last week – everything from a hamburger to shepherd’s pie and green beer at my friend’s place for St Patrick’s Day. I know I can’t be perfect 100% of the time. It’s impossible to expect that from anyone. I’ve made way more positive decisions than negative though. That’s what counts.
I’ve been working out faithfully the last couple weeks. I’ve been putting my all into it and working HARD. It feels awesome when I’m done to know that I’ve given it everything that I have. I feel stronger in both my arms and my legs. My runs are slowly but surely getting easier. It feels amazing.
My weight hasn’t been so great however. I feel very stuck. It’s so hard to not let it get to me. It would be so easy for my head to go straight to the place of “well I’ve been working my butt off but it’s not making a difference, so I might as well eat half a bag of Twizzlers and sleep in instead of workout”. I hate that I let my weight make me doubt what I’m doing and my abilities.
I’ve committed to this boot camp for eight weeks. I have to believe that this feeling of failure is just a blip on the radar, that by the end of April I’ll be feeling amazing about my food choices overall, my workouts, and my weight. I’ll have the faith that I can follow through with my goal and do more than I thought I could.