Sunday, February 21, 2010
I do this a lot, it seems. I'll be on a roll. I'll be working out daily, watching what I eat and keeping track of my calorie intake, and then at some point, I just stop all together. I might run in place a few minutes off and on throughout the course of the day, lay on the floor and do some random crunches, but it doesn't make up for completely falling off the way that I have.
I don't remember the last time that I really worked out.
I don't remember the last time that I actually kept track of what I was eating.
All I know is that I was toning up, and now my stomach is starting to get soft again and my husband gets the great joy of pointing it out.
Now I'm back in front of the mirror in the bathroom sitting on the sink poking at every one of my flaws. Wondering where my self control went. Wondering why I always let myself go like I do.
Granted, I haven't really gained much, but it's the point that I always stop when I'm ahead. The fact tha tmy husband feels the need to keep telling me that I need to start working out again. I'm getting a belly, this and that. (he's great for positive reenforcement, isn't he?)
I'm a natural yo-yoer though. I do this with virtually everything in my life, not just my diet and exercise routine.
Oh well, back on track again? I wonder for how long this time.