Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Because I do. A lot.
I've been feeling heavy, which is not to say fat. I doubt this will make sense, but it feels harder to carry myself around. My body physically feels heavy, as if it's something I'm carrying around. I also don't feel anywhere near as confident as I had been, which was what most upset me. My confidence had been stemming not necessarily from weight loss, but from knowing that I was motivating myself to accomplish a goal and had been succeeding. I want that back, so I can return to loving who I am and spread success to other parts of my life.
A couple of days ago, I had an overwhelming urge to work out. So I enlisted the company of my roommate to try Insanity with me at 8:30am the next morning. So at 10 am the next morning, we began struggling, panting, drinking innumerable quantities of water, and yelling at Shaun T. I felt hot, dizzy, and like my lungs were going to burst, so I stopped. I wasn't disappointed that I couldn't make it past 10 minutes in into the workout(those Power Jumps), because I had tried and I haven't exercised in a while so it's understandable. Though, I was disappointed that my stopping discouraged my roommate from continuing.
In any case, I was happy that I'd broken the sitting trend and followed up by working out the next morning as well. Since having broken my exercise fast 6 days ago, I've worked out 4 mornings and plan to put in some work today as well to get it to 5 out 6.
I feel so great. Mentally of course, because my body definitely feels battered is whining from every muscle imaginable. I like moving, being sore, and feeling accomplished. It doesn't matter that I'm only doing upwards of 20 min workouts, because it's something. I'm excited and am making it my goal to be able to comfortably wear a US size 10 by mid-January. It's a reasonable goal, that will still take some time and work, but I'm feeling ready to take it on.