I had a great weekend and am far from ready to be back at work today. My stepkids were home, and they were excited to tell us about their first few days of school. Then I weighed in Saturday morning to a 2.8 pound loss! Yessss!
I was proud to show them that my workout log is filled in each day of this month so far. My goal is to finish the month with each day filled out with some sort of workout. I’ve been adding more weights and more variety.
I used to be really into running, but it fell by the wayside while we were preparing to close on the house and then with moving, packing, unpacking, setting up the house, etc. Oh, and getting lazy, if I am entirely honest here. It’s been at least seven months. I know getting back into it is going to be painful and humiliating, and my ego is going to take quite a beating, but my goal this week is to get at least one run under my belt. It can be just five minutes, but I want at least one running workout on my log this week.
I’m still in a state of amazement that I’m back on track and not screwing up every time I turn around, like I have been for so long. To keep up my motivation, I’m going to make a list today of weight loss rewards, something small but meaningful to me for each 10 pounds, all the way down to my goal weight.
I’ve been in a much better mood since I started working out and losing weight, too. I just feel more in control and hopeful and happy. It must show to others, too, because my fiance and the kids and I had a beautifully peaceful, fun weekend, a lot of laughing, a lot of snuggling, a lot of “I love you” ‘s.
In stark contrast, when we dropped the kids off yesterday evening in Hickville, Psycho stormed out of the house as we were leaving, a pissy, tight-lipped expression on her face. She radiated hostility and negativity, like a dark, bitter cloud hovering above her glowering head. I almost feel sorry for her sometimes. Almost. She chooses to be how she is, and the only one who can change that is her. The ones I truly feel sorry for are the kids, who have to live with that.
Sweat & Sparkle 