I have been whining and wallowing about not doing as well as I could with my diet. I know, I’m beating myself up and feeling guilty when I shouldn’t. I’m terrible at this, and I know this, and I still do it. However! Donna pointedly reminded me today at lunch when I started my kvetching that I’ve only been at this for a couple months. Seriously, it feels like it’s been at least six!
I’ve made progress. I had to buy a belt! I haven’t had to wear a belt in forever. Seriously, my fat pants fall completely OFF of my ass and sit on the ground.
I repeat: MY PANTS WERE ON THE GROUND!
Go ahead, laugh. It’s ok. My apologies for the mental image. :)
I came away from our conversation feeling pretty good about myself. She’s right. It’s not over yet.
I called a personal trainer today, got an appointment to get a body assessment (incoming results: fat ass ahoy!). She was very nice and told me that it sounds like I have a very good head start already with the diet and walking, but definitely needs to be stepped up. She encouraged me to keep drinking more water, and that I definitely wasn’t drinking enough.
I’m going to hate working out again. But at the same time, I will love it. It’ll be good for me. Get me in better shape. Rebuild my lost muscles. Get me OUT OF THE FREAKING HOUSE. (Happy, Mother?)
I’ve been encouraged by a couple people to start Tae Kwon Do, Karate, or another martial art. I just might …