Saturday, August 03, 2013
It's Saturday, I got back yesterday evening from my mother. My vacation is almost over, on Monday work starts again. I'm not worried about that because I like it when my days have a structure. On workdays I always get up early, have a coffee, read my mails and have my morning workout. The day goes by fast as I have always something to do. In the evening I usually have a salad and watch a movie (or some of my favorite series) or go out with friends. Nothing special - and that's really helpful when you need to stay consistent.
And that's what I need now because I'm not losing any weight. It's over two months now that I have started this new fit life of mine (54 days + a couple rest days) and my weight is almost exactly the same. I have lost maybe an inch from my waist and my hip. My scale says that I still have the same amount of body fat % (an embarassing 33%) and the same amount of muscle (36).
So there is not much to be happy about although I see changes when I look in the mirror. There are new muscles and my clothes fit better and I look better, fitter.
These feelings are colliding in me... I feel frustrated and disappointed. And I feel proud.
There is one thing that I have learned from previous failures: if you give up, if you don't do anything than nothing will change. So this time I won't give up, I will stay consistent. And eventually change will come.