I have discovered I am inherently lazy. I would much rather sit around at night watching tv or maybe sitting outside in the sun, reading a good book and sipping a cold beverage. But alas, that is how my ass got in the rounded shape that it is now, and no amount of sitting around and drinking cold beverages is going to make it smaller. So off to the gym I go, or walk the dog, or garden...something, anything to get the blood going. Tonight I have yoga and that always makes me sweat, so that will be my workout for today.
I stepped on the scale this morning and I was down 2.5 pounds. Hard to believe after only 4 days but I've been bang on with my points and have exercised every day so far this work. So the program does work if you work it. I still have a few pounds to go to get back to the 10 pounds I had lost in April. If I can continue to lose 10 pounds a month, I think I'll be more than happy with that. MORE THAN HAPPY! that means I might reach my goal by the end of the year....if...big IF...I dont fall off the wagon again, and knowing me..that will happen at some point.
But it's ok..because I ALWAYS GET BACK ON THE HORSE! This time I got back in about 6 weeks or so....there have been times in the past were it has taken me months and months to get my head screwed on straight but I'm like a timex watch, takes a lickin' and keeps in tickin.
I just wish I knew why I get derailed in the first place. Am I scared of succeeding? Am I scared of being slim and healthy and sexy? Am I just plain scared of life? If only I had a Magic 8 Ball that could tell me! Damnit!