Monday, December 14, 2009
I made the second step. Actually, I've made the third and fourth too, despite stumblings between steps two and three.
That didn't make any sense, did it? No, it did not. See, I resolved this past week to get back on the wagon, made a plan, mapped it out on a calendar. Whatever I must to motivate myself for a short while. Then I got up on Thursday morning and went to the gym. Yay me!
Then I skipped on Friday. Skipped Saturday, too.
This weighed heavily on me, though, more so than usual. Each day felt like a FAIL. Sunday, however, I rolled my ample bottom out of bed and went to the gym and had a delightful workout. Long & painful, but delightful nonetheless. This morning I had a bit more trouble. I had a yucky night of sleep and this always makes it difficult to get up, let alone earlier than I'd like. But I reminded myself that I wouldn't feel better for having stayed in bed; I would feel the FAIL of it. That worked. Up I went.
I'm terribly out of shape. I'm so out of shape that simply working the elliptical machine for half an hour has fatigued my muscles as though I've done circuit training. I'm not kidding. My *abs* hurt. Biceps. My hips are killing me. Well, that last one is only remedied with regular Pilates, which, obviously, is going to have to happen sooner than later.
Anyway. Yay me.