Being sick and depressed has led me to miss several weeks of working out with my trainer, but last week I met her at my gym so she could show me how to use all those intimidating machines. We were there for two hours, checking out the place, getting a workout in, and talking about what's holding me back. I need to get out of my own way.
Tuesday we met at the usual place and revisited one of my first workouts she designed for me, but with added weights/heights/reps. I did it all even though I thought I wasn't going to be able to do it.
Now I have another freaking cold and sore throat with the usual asthmatic cough. So frustrating! Sometimes it feels like the universe wants me to be a big fat ass.
On the plus side, I haven't gained ALL my weight back. I am still 10 pounds less than I was when I started. Wish it was 100 pounds, but I guess I need to work harder for that.
I want to step on the board for the Wii Fit and have the stupid thing NOT groan and say cheerfully "that's obese!"
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