This morning before bootcamp we had body fat measurements. After losing 5 lbs this last week I am right back where I was in March of this year, which basically means I've wasted 4 months. But, we're looking to the future, not dwelling on the past, right?
I was thinking something really profound while I was cutting the grass earlier, it would have made a great title to this post, but now it escapes me. I was remembering three bootcamp buddies this morning before the workout, two of them were commenting on the third's abs and arms, and how they were aiming for the same results. I am in such a different place than they are. I count all three of them as great friends, I really enjoy them. But, I am just in a different place.
It's so easy to be discouraged. I work so hard... if you could come and watch me in a workout you'd understand, I leave it all on the gym floor. Sure, I have my off days, but most of the time, I kill it. But then I get home and it's time for dinner. The kids want to watch TV. Everything seems to melt into chaos within minutes of arriving home. I just want to eat and what I want to eat is junk. It's gotten to the point where I am literally afraid of evenings, because the day's good work and intentions are forgotten so easily.
I need to keep this blog, I need you all to read this blog, so that I stop using how I feel as excuses for not sticking to my meal plan. By typing these things in a public forum I am announcing to the world that yes, this is my problem, but I want to overcome it.
And yes, if you know my number, you can text me around 8:30 pm and tell me to put that food down and just go to bed! LOL!
This morning before bootcamp we had body fat measurements. After losing 5 lbs this last week I am right back where I was in March of this year, which basically means I've wasted 4 months. But, we're looking to the future, not dwelling on the past, right?
I was thinking something really profound while I was cutting the grass earlier, it would have made a great title to this post, but now it escapes me. I was remembering three bootcamp buddies this morning before the workout, two of them were commenting on the third's abs and arms, and how they were aiming for the same results. I am in such a different place than they are. I count all three of them as great friends, I really enjoy them. But, I am just in a different place.
It's so easy to be discouraged. I work so hard... if you could come and watch me in a workout you'd understand, I leave it all on the gym floor. Sure, I have my off days, but most of the time, I kill it. But then I get home and it's time for dinner. The kids want to watch TV. Everything seems to melt into chaos within minutes of arriving home. I just want to eat and what I want to eat is junk. It's gotten to the point where I am literally afraid of evenings, because the day's good work and intentions are forgotten so easily.
I need to keep this blog, I need you all to read this blog, so that I stop using how I feel as excuses for not sticking to my meal plan. By typing these things in a public forum I am announcing to the world that yes, this is my problem, but I want to overcome it.
And yes, if you know my number, you can text me around 8:30 pm and tell me to put that food down and just go to bed! LOL!