I just did 86 wall push ups and 132 sit ups.
It was really hard but I did it. I didn’t give up. I pushed through. The way I work out directly correlates to how I live my life I am realizing. The more committed I am to me, the better the results.
The scale says I still have to lose 3 or 6 lbs to reach my first goal of 20lbs lost by August 9th. Depending on the day I weigh myself, apparently, I am closer or farther away from that first milestone. But fuck it, I’m keeping on. I walk more. I eat less. I avoid sugar like the plague and am better for it. I haven’t had a single potato or nary a nibble of white flour in six weeks. I rarely partake in libations. I am all business- work out, cook at home, pass on empty calories, and drink a ton of a water. And you know what? I feel great.
No. I feel AWESOME.
People are starting to comment on the physical changes which is reaffirming and spurs me forward. But regardless, I feel different IN MY BODY and that? That’s the prize right there. Pants that were dangerously close to being donated because they were hard to button are now loose in the waist and baggy in the ass. I had to buy smaller bras and now they don’t really cut into my back fat because my back fat is slowly disappearing. I walked to a neighborhood park this weekend and I was not nearly as winded as I used to be and it was in the high 80s. I was sweaty, sure, but I wasn’t panting. This is progress, people. I can see a muscle forming in my biceps. I talked about proper work out techniques and playing tennis FOR FUN over dinner the other night.
Who the?! What the?! Shuddup!
All these little victories keep me focused. I am not on a diet. This is not a phase.
This is my journey.
This is my life.
This is the real me emerging.