I'm sitting here trying to convince myself to workout. I will, I promise. But some days, I need the convincing. I'm on my third week of working out and have managed to get at least a mile in every day but two since I started. (And those were in the first week!) Some people might be able to set a schedule of three to five days, but for now, I need it to happen every single day in hopes that it will become a habit.
The truth is that I have been hoping that it will get easier. Spoiler alert: It's not. My legs hurt and it makes me whine and there have been days where I hate every sweaty moment of it. (On the other days, it's only every other minute.) But here's the thing: it's the only way. It's the only option I am allowing myself to even consider. I'm trying to eat healthier, to make better, more educated choices. Most days I am. I don't flip out if I don't.
The thing that continues to be a great help to me is our little support system. Having people who will both cheer and commiserate with you helps tremendously. In the past, goals and rewards haven't really done much to entice me. I don't know if they will this time, but I'm starting to make a few small goals.
1) I want to be able to wear the boxes of clothes that I own but cannot currently fit into. (at least two tubs and half of my closet.)
2) To be down twenty pounds by my birthday (October 1). Just found out yesterday that Tara (and Macy) are going to be here visiting, so I can't wait to get all of my girlies together for a celebration. Hoping 31 is going to be my favorite birthday ever!
3) To be able to really run by spring. (As in most of my workout. Or at track practice.)
Those are what I have so far. But I am adding new ones all the time. Also, I've been thinking it's time to revisit the old bucket list. Maybe we will do that later this week...
I know several of you have shared that you have started your own little revolutions. How's it going?