So, I’ve been working out. Ummm…it sucks.
I pray that one day, I’ll be one of those people, like a friend of mine who said to me a few weeks ago, “I had such a bad day! I hope I have time to run more than my usual 5 miles before I go to yoga!”
REALLY? You want to run? Like, want to?
I basically hate people like that. When I run, I sound like a choking hippo. When I do much of anything, I hate it.
Still, I’m trying to view it as a necessary email. And the truth is that I DO feel better, mentally and physically when I work out. But I still hate it.
Besides the challenge of doing this every day—or at least most days, I have to admit that staying in my points budget has been difficult. I miss going to dinner and ordering what I like. I sometimes hate having to count every little bit of food that goes into my mouth. But, I’m staying the course. I will do this. When I think about the positives: being really healthy, wearing a bathing suit without feeling uncomfortable (okay, that might not EVER happen, but I’d feel better), dressing in clothes I feel better about, it makes it all worth it.
But those hours on the treadmill, and the healthy lunches, and the “NO, NO, NO” to bad food can be a little wearing.
Wish me well, would you?