I didn’t like what I saw on the scale today: 228
Yesterday I was 228.5, but a few days ago I was 226.
I’m just waiting for it to go down again. I know it fluctuates, and I told myself I wouldn’t freak about it and just keep going no matter what.
But honestly now is about the time I usually quit. I get discouraged with my weight pretty easily. Thank God for Ben knocking some sense into me this morning. I saw my weight and crawled back into bed, annoyed and disheartened.
He told me to get up and go exercise. To go harder. To keep going. To do better.
I almost fought him on the last point. Better? Really?
The first few days of the month I was working out a lot and really hard, but the last few days I have been working out a lot but at a really lazy pace. He was right.
I agreed with him and got on the elliptical and went hard for 60 minutes. When I was done, my totals were the same as when I do 90 minutes. That’s pretty bad. He was so completely right.
I think I’ve exercised so much that it doesn’t matter if I do 4 lazy hours. I have to push my body and get my heart rate up. I have to do better.
I will get there. This is a life change, so it doesn’t all have to be immediate anyway. I can do this. I will do this. I AM doing this.