Thursday, April 18, 2013
Today was difficult. I actually dragged myself to exercise after constant mental reminders of my goal to lose weight, and the benefits associated with them. I've been slacking off for the past three days and I really needed to make a move today. And I did. I was able to jog for twenty-five minutes around my house. At the end of it all as I stood, slumped over, my hands on my thighs breathing deeply, I recognised that I needed help. I needed to create activities that would help me, motivate me, encourage me. And I did. I printed my goals out and stuck them to my walls, I started this blog, joined spark coach and I asked my brother for his advice and aid. It was a bit difficult admitting to myself that I had a huge chance of giving up on this journey, that I've recently started. But I learnt today that all I had to do was swallow some pride, and recognise the need for help then ask for it, act upon it. Guess what? I'm still here. I'm still moving forward and I'm taking it one day at a time.