Sunday, January 20, 2013
Today my boyfriend told me my stomach had got smaller since we've been going out. He knows it's something I'm working on and it was lovely of him to say it. He never says things just to make me feel good (unless they're true!) so I was pleased.
But I wasn't as pleased as I should have been. I've been thinking about it all day and reckon it's because I've chosen to slack off a bit while we've been together, I've chosen to have some balance. And in my mind I've accepted that I'm slacking off a bit on my goals until we move. That's all fine, I'm ok with that. But I'm not ok that I still have to wait to really get back on the wagon. It's not realistic to just screw it and jump in now like I want to, but I cannot wait to get away from this cycle I've got into where weeks are good and weekends feature little exercise and not great eating. I know this cycle works for some people but I need moderation through the week instead. Now it's Sunday night I feel rubbish. It's great motivation to get out through the cold to my Body Pump class early in the morning but still, I really don't like feeling like I have to start again at the beginning of every week.
I shouldn't complain - I'm making my own choices, I have a lovely boyfriend and I'm so excited to be moving in with him. I just need to hang on in there and make the best choices I can for the next 2 weeks. Ok, that's a goal I can achieve.
Thanks for listen to me moan!