I've had a good month but I am certainly struggling with my dedication. Is it the new years resolution thing losing it's oomph? Or is it the realisation that the journey I am on is so long that I will need a huge amount of determination to keep on trudging?
This past month I lost 8lbs, 3" from both my waist and hips and I had to have my brand new smaller-than-usual sized pants taken in so they would stop falling down.
I looked in the mirror and saw my cheekbones.
I fought waves of anxiety leading up to my work out hour, worrying about the judgement of other people at the gym, looking around and realising that I was one of the larger people there.
I discovered the amazing rush of endorphins that come at the end of a long hard workout, and that working out can make you feel happy!
I discovered that I like to snack late at night, out of habit, out of boredom.
I watched the number on the scale jump up by five pounds after dining out the night before, then spent a week working off those pounds again.
I spent another week or two staring at the same number on the scale, wondering if it would ever change.
I finally got below the weight I had dropped to during the darkest depressed days last year.
I squeezed back in to my skinny jeans.
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