I failed to write yesterday. And it wasn't because I was dragged out exhausted; it was because I wasn't sure what to say. I was having a rough day emotionally.
But yesterday, Day Four, I did Lower Body and Upper Body. In fact, I was feeling so good that I did half of Upper Body a second time. I would have completed it, but my family needed me. Point is, I am already stronger.
Today, Day Five, had me doing Sweat. And let me take the time to point out that it truly lives up to the name. I was drenched in sweat. My legs were on fire! Post workout, I can already feel the soreness. Admittedly, I had to stop a lot and had to break position early a few times. But I'm not discouraged. I'm actually really proud thus far.
Time for a masochistic moment. I'm really enjoying the soreness. It's sort of like a constant punishment for every late night snack and it's reminding me to never let my body get like this again. Every time I lift my daughter and my triceps ache or when I'm standing doing dishes and my legs feel wobbly I am reminded that I'm heavy, fat, and out of shape. And I get to smile through the pain because I'm changing that. I'm being proactive. I'm getting fit.
And I'll never again see these numbers on the scale.
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