Yesterday I did not write, if I had it would have been something like:
Whine, whine, whine- I am a fat troll, how could you let yourself get to this? Blaa blaa blaa... Hormones are a horrible blight on an otherwise (fairly) stable brain. I use stable in the most loose of definitions. Having trouble sleeping due to wild dreams, mild hot flashes and general brain will not shut off.
TODAY: Up at 5am, met the trainer... killed my workout! I am really feeling that I am getting back into the routine of working out! Still sucks while I am sucking wind! But, I know that soon, so maybe not as soon as I would like, but, "soon" it will be easier. When I get at least 30-40 pounds off it will be easier. Holy Crap this extra 80-90 pounds really kills.
The first set of squats, my knee thought I was trying to kill it. The second and third set...much better. You hang in there baby we will get rid of the weight and it will be like you are walking on sunshine!
I really "like" getting up early and getting my workout done. Ok, when the alarm goes off at 5:10 am it does seem like I am on crack. After I am up and dressed and getting through the workout the reasons become clear. More importantly when I am sitting on the patio with my coffee, I can see clearly that making me a priority, getting healthy and having time to myself is so important.
I think as women we think and do for others so much we let ourselves go. Big squishy moment for myself... LOL Let's not get all carried away with the Lovefest, the 1-2 hours for myself needs to be when no one else needs anything from me. That is why I must get up at the "Butt crack of dawn".
Chubby Chick to seize the day!
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