I have worked really hard for the last 3 months trying to lose weight. I am tired. I have done twice a day workouts. I have watched what I ate. I downloaded a calorie counter pp. I have started juicing. I have lost two sizes and could be well on my way to getting back into my pre-baby pants. Unfortunately, I woke up last week and realized that the lazy fat girl who lives inside me is back.
She is the one who tells me that I am too tired or don't have enough time to workout or that eating that piece of cake will somehow make me feel better about my job or my life. It it is that voice that tells me there has to be an easier way to get a flatter stomach. I am too poor and too chicken for drastic measures like surgery, but tht voice gets me to thinking. I could just buy new clothes. I could just try to b happy with my body the way it is. I don't want to spend all my time working out. She is full of these excuses and I have admit that they all Lund good and rational before 7 am or when cake and cookies are plentiful.
I listened to her today. She made a good point. Suga was up and it was just "too hard to concentrate on my workout while trying to watch her." That was all it took and my workout was over. I know I need to do better and be stronger. I know my resolution was to work on staying motivated. I am going to keep trying. I think adding the veggie juice would help, but I have been too nervous to even try it with something other than fruit.
The truth is that if I want things to keep changing, I am going to have to toughen up. I am not sure that I know how to do that, but I am going to try. I have one month and one more roll to exorcise before I can be considered bikini ready. So now is the time to dig deep and figure out how to get my head back in the game.
Today, however, will probably be a loss.
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