I am struggling lately, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Its cold, its wet* and rainy, and going to the gym isn't high on the priority list right now. My utmost sympathies to Fiona down in canberra, apparently its 3 degrees down there. YUK!So yes, the snowy pic above is a gross exaggeration, I'm probably only going to encounter sub-10 degree temperatures if I want to venture out after work to go the gym. It is Sydney after all.
But I've been trying to go. I even managed to go before work the other week. Its got to be at least 12 degrees in my bedroom in the morning right? How can I be expected to get up in that? hahaha.
Another difficulty I've faced is not entirely unexpected. Compliments.
Yep, you heard me. I'm a strange and twisted beast, that rather than feeling re-inspired by compliments, I feel more inclined to slack off. The fruits of my labour two months ago have started to take effect it appears, in the form of a slightly more trim physique, and loss of some (not all) of the dreaded back fat. I am re-claiming my waist!
So I've had a couple of people make a small remark about it, you know, you're looking good/you've lost weight etc. (Aside- Funny how people always say diplomatically "you look really good!" with a bright smile, when we all know they mean have you lost weight. All we can do is take it on the chin, and say thank you, and feel rewarded for our efforts. LOL)
Anywho, so my efforts have been noticed, and as a result, I'm slobbing around a bit more! Damn! This is not the desired effect! I should be thinking "Yay It's working! Go and burn more calories and you'll look even better!" but, no.
Instead my brain tells me "Nah you've done some good work, you earned that donut. Yes, wash it down with a sugary soft drink, and how about those Twisties, you earned them too..."
So now I'm trying to focus a bit on how good exercising makes me feel, and how I feel less tired all the time when I do.
I must not fall off the wagon this winter! Who's with me!?!
*"...and I'm just plain scared!"
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3 kindred spirits ~ This bugs them too!:
Oh - go you! I've been terrible. I just can't get off my arse and onto that treadmill - not stop eating.
At the very least it should be one or the other. Grr at self. Will be better.
Oh I am fat fat fat at the moment.
And I dont say that in a compliment fishing kind of way. I say it and mean my arse is getting fatter and I have to stop eatting all the SHIT on offer at work.
The ferrero rep stopped by on wednesday. In time for Aunt Flo. A jar of nutella is desimated (not solely by me!!!)
Any better this week K?
I am trying to take an approach now that I don't have to be a gym nut, and go every day, or even every other day. I just need to maintain SOME form of regularity, even if I only manage once a week at the very least, I still haven't given up.
Eeek Re I don't know if this new job is the best environment to be in....What do the other women look like? Is it a sign of things to come, or is there hope?
I remember eating nutella by the teaspoon when we were kids. Ick. I'm not a nutella fan now, but I LOVE Kraft Cream Cheese Spread on toast....yum....
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