Monday, January 21, 2013
When I finished my elliptical workout Sunday evening, my total strides read 0462. But I didn't log 462 strides; I logged 10,462. The digital display couldn't handle it.
I've done this once before, on February 18, 2008. That was the day I felt my strongest, most powerful, and thinnest as an adult. That night I had a grand mal seizure that eventually led to an epilepsy diagnosis and six months of no driving, and, eventually, my letting go of all the good habits I had formed.
On that day the gym was my home away from home, making time to be there five days a week. Even before I got serious about losing weight that time, I'd spent many hours in that gym, especially during my pregnancy. In other words, I've left the gym for months and months and months on more than one occasion, but when I find my way back, I immediately fall back into it and feel at home. So...why would I leave it again? I keep looking for ways to get more time in, rather than making excuses not to go.
The last time I beat the elliptical display I was thiiiiis close to goal. Right now I'm not even close, but I'm still powerful and strong, and if I can do that, I can lose this weight, too.