The calendar says we're halfway to the end of the month.
The scale says I'm nowhere near my goal of losing five pounds.
You guys still out there? You guys still doing this with me?
Well, look, if you've fallen off the wagon and lost motivation as much as I have, you are not alone.
And you know what else?
IT'S NOT TOO LATE.
It's Sunday, it's the middle of the month.
Even if you have to change your goal to lose 2.5 pounds, that's fine. That's SOMETHING.
Look at the sidebar. No guilt, people.
It's a new day.
Let's put the past two weeks behind us, and start fresh, right now, this morning.
If you're sticking to it, if you're meeting your goals, then, HOORAY!!! Tell me all about it. I need some motivation, guys.
Help me out here. Let's make it so the calendar stops winning and the scale can give January the finger.
Who's with me?
Seriously, who's with me??
Showing posts with label Motivation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Motivation. Show all posts
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I don't want to be the fat girl at the front of the room
First off, I'm so excited to have so many new friends!! Welcome, everyone!
Jan asked in comments whether it's weird to want to lose weight with a random stranger over the internet.
Hell, no! Let's do it, lady! I'm the ultimate internet friend. *fist bump*
All right, so I was supposed to go to the gym last night. I didn't go.
Here's what I told myself last night:
It was my preschooler's first day back to school after 10 days home, and I wanted to be here for him. Also, the group fitness room would be packed with New Years Resolutioners, and I don't want to be grouped with them. (Do you see the irony?) Besides, I tore my gastroc last spring (calf muscle), and do I really want to risk it right out of the gate?
Here's the truth:
I was afraid.
Seriously, I was afraid. I didn't want to be the fat girl at the front of the room. I didn't want to think about people watching me jiggle all over the place and wonder what I'm doing there.
Women are vicious.
You know we are. Let's call a spade a spade. And if you've ever been the fat kid in grade school, you know just how vicious other girls can be. You could have a room full of people telling you that you look great, but if one person snorts a laugh behind her hand, you just KNOW she's talking about you, and it destroys all the compliments. (Hey, Sarah Fine, maybe do a post on your blog about why that happens. I'm genuinely curious.)
I used to be so good at Step aerobics that my favorite instructor, Jill Fellman, was trying to get me to take the certification classes to become an instructor. I love Step. That's the class I should have taken last night.
I was afraid.
But you know what I realized?
I'm going to keep being the fat girl until I stop worrying so much about what other people think. The only way to stop being the fat girl bumbling along on the treadmill is to keep getting on the treadmill.
So tonight I'm going to put on my leggings and tee shirt, and I'm going to get myself out the door. I'm going to take cardio kickboxing because I know I love it, I know it's a good workout, and I love the instructor. (Anyone else in the Baltimore area? I'd love company.) I'm not going to look in the full length mirrors and think, "Look at that fat chick."
Well, I am. But I'm also going to think, "Look at that uppercut. She looks kind of badass."
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(Please go read the comments in the previous post if you have a second. rurounigirl20 has a ton of great tips for losing weight. I'm not entirely sure how to link straight to a comment or I'd do it.)
Jan asked in comments whether it's weird to want to lose weight with a random stranger over the internet.
Hell, no! Let's do it, lady! I'm the ultimate internet friend. *fist bump*
All right, so I was supposed to go to the gym last night. I didn't go.
Here's what I told myself last night:
It was my preschooler's first day back to school after 10 days home, and I wanted to be here for him. Also, the group fitness room would be packed with New Years Resolutioners, and I don't want to be grouped with them. (Do you see the irony?) Besides, I tore my gastroc last spring (calf muscle), and do I really want to risk it right out of the gate?
Here's the truth:
I was afraid.
Seriously, I was afraid. I didn't want to be the fat girl at the front of the room. I didn't want to think about people watching me jiggle all over the place and wonder what I'm doing there.
Women are vicious.
You know we are. Let's call a spade a spade. And if you've ever been the fat kid in grade school, you know just how vicious other girls can be. You could have a room full of people telling you that you look great, but if one person snorts a laugh behind her hand, you just KNOW she's talking about you, and it destroys all the compliments. (Hey, Sarah Fine, maybe do a post on your blog about why that happens. I'm genuinely curious.)
I used to be so good at Step aerobics that my favorite instructor, Jill Fellman, was trying to get me to take the certification classes to become an instructor. I love Step. That's the class I should have taken last night.
I was afraid.
But you know what I realized?
I'm going to keep being the fat girl until I stop worrying so much about what other people think. The only way to stop being the fat girl bumbling along on the treadmill is to keep getting on the treadmill.
So tonight I'm going to put on my leggings and tee shirt, and I'm going to get myself out the door. I'm going to take cardio kickboxing because I know I love it, I know it's a good workout, and I love the instructor. (Anyone else in the Baltimore area? I'd love company.) I'm not going to look in the full length mirrors and think, "Look at that fat chick."
Well, I am. But I'm also going to think, "Look at that uppercut. She looks kind of badass."
~
(Please go read the comments in the previous post if you have a second. rurounigirl20 has a ton of great tips for losing weight. I'm not entirely sure how to link straight to a comment or I'd do it.)
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