Success.
It’s all I can think about.
I’m halfway through my third week of working out every single day. Eating right every single day. Making this the longest string of EVER of keeping on track. I don’t know if I’m really changing my lifestyle, but it’s getting less hard to find the motivation. I’m starting to even want to do it on some days. Which is huge for me. Hell, I even wanted to try running instead of just power walking a couple times this week, and you know what? I fucking did. And I didn’t die.
I want to sing from the mountain tops all day, every day: YOU GUYS I AM DOING THIS! But I think that they would not let me come to work anymore if that’s all I did (although I’m not sure how it would be any different than the little gaggle of Gold’s Gym meatheads that talk about protein shakes and weight lifting 24/7…okay, well 8/5), and I might get so focused on gazing at my own damn (disappearing) navel that I might forget the point, I might stop doing it. It has happened before.
So, quiet success.
But holy shit, I am doing it. And I feel great.
(BTW, it’s been 2.5 weeks, 5 lbs down, using the Lose It! app, and a combo of clean eating, cardio, and core building + 1 cheat day a week, if you’re interested)
