Friday, October 19, 2012
Tonight I feel like I failed in my training sessions....I stopped before my minutes were up, lost form with weights and bent my back, made excuses. Kept forgetting to tighten my core. Told my trainer it might just be one of those weeks.
This week I've had class at night, full work day, calorie counting every day, and workouts Sun, Mon, Tues, Thurs. With a 10 minute ab routine on Wed. I understand why I want to pack so much into a mere 7 days, but intentionally putting a lot on my commitment calendar takes some grit in the doing.
It's been raining to beat the band, my boss has been grouchy due to drama with his teenage son, and my husband is in Georgia for work. The cats brought a bird inside and de-feathered it in every room of our house. I have been a hungry hungry hippo, maybe because my body wants to store fat for the dark cold days, not burn it. Calorie goals that were easy to meet two weeks ago are not very easy anymore. I feel like I'm on the d-word.
I have a friend who lost about 40 pounds this year. I remember that I talked to her about it at a BBQ this summer, and she said approximately " I have been sore and hungry for the last 5 months."
I feel like tonight, on this cold night after my horribly hard workout, drinking my clear peppermint tea instead of eating the cheesy toast that I picture in my head, that I can both sympathize and empathize with her statement.