I got into one, but I can’t guarantee I look good in it. The picture and explanation come at the end, but first, some filler!
For a couple weeks I had this feeling that my workouts were lacking. I felt like they were hard, but just to the point where I was kind of comfortable. Last saturday I started a “Total Body Blitz” routine that has had my body sore for 5 straight days. If that has been any indication to me of how hard my workouts had not been before, I don’t know what could be. I have two days of rest in between – tomorrow, and friday. It’s the first time my body is screaming “Thank you so much for not going to the gym!” You’re welcome!
With that, since these workouts have been so body aching awesome, I decided that cheat days aren’t really an option for me anymore. I spent all of this week groaning, and sore every time I sat in a chair, or lifted a pen, and it popped into my head that I can’t do this for nothing. I can control every weight I lift, and every lunge I do, but I have to control my intake just the same, and I have to do it wholly. I’m finally seeing where discipline is making its way into my life. Not like Monday through Friday, “drink all weekend discipline,” but Monday to Sunday, “I did everything right” discipline. The realities you discover when you’re trying to make sure your legs don’t break off while you’re running on the treadmill.
Also with that, my main motivation for getting through these work outs 5 days at a time is the potential for a bikini body. I know I won’t be ready for summer, but I’ve made a good start. Ignore my face because I don’t know what’s up with that, but I’m on my way (and I can’t believe I’m actually putting this up.)
This picture is no where near the person I want to be, and I think it was a “nice try” kind of thing talking myself into thinking that I could be ready for the beach in 8 weeks (3 weeks ago), but I think I’m so proud of this, because this is me, on my way there. My body is visibly different (and I wish I had swim suit before pictures to prove it). I’m literally at the gym almost near crying 5 days a week to get past this, and I’ve made myself proud. Two, or three months ago, I wouldn’t have been proud of this. I think I would have been ashamed, and upset that this is all I could do. This photo probably would have never seen the light of day then, but I realized that it’s the wonderful feeling of just being proud of yourself, and realizing that an accomplishment is an accomplishment. If you put in the work, you deserve the pat on the back.
This was all refreshing this week. After not seeing the number budge on the scale, I thought I might’ve been doing something wrong. I’m going to enjoy my rest tomorrow, re-stock my kitchen, and enjoy the free-time I’ll have tomorrow, and Friday night.