Monday, May 21, 2012
There are days when I weigh in and just get demoralized. Yes, my clothes fit better every day, and yes, there are times when I look in the mirror and see massive differences. Yes, I lost an inch and a half from my waist in a month and 2 inches from each thigh, but when the scale still says the same amount, it just deflates that high I've been on.
This past week I haven't been able to keep up with my nightly 10 minute videos for the 28 day challenge. It's been a few days since I did them. I broke my 6 times a week stretch of working out this weekend. I only got 5 workouts in last week. Do I feel a little guilty? Yes, of course. Mainly, I'm disappointed with myself. I was far more interested in taking naps in the sun and playing with the dog than actually working out. I think I can trace this disinterest back to my Friday weigh in.
It was a gorgeous weekend, one meant to be spent outside and doing things. We didn't hike like we meant to. I could blame the boy, but then again, I'm just as responsible as he is for not following through with our plans to get out and exercise.
Rain, pressure change and a massive headache almost killed my morning workout. It was massive internal coaxing that got me out of bed. Just 30 minutes. 30 minutes of cardio to start the day. I rolled out of bed and worked out, 35 minutes at the gym (15 on the bike, 20 on the treadmill), still had a headache, but felt better for it.
So today? How do I get back on the fitness train with a week separating me and my 28 day bootcamp? I get back on the bootcamp train. After work, I'm going to try all 7 days of bootcamp, not trying to catch up, but to teach myself a lesson. I can do this. The scale might be misleading, but the changes in myself are not. And the small changes I don't see daily, others do. I'm in week 12, now is not the time to lose my motivation and drive.
On that note, I just signed up for 10 classes of Bikram Yoga. So, if nothing else, not only will I be working out constantly, but twice a week, I'm literally going to be sweating to the oldies.
Derailed? Hell no. Fighting past it.