I have mixed feelings about the show The Biggest Loser. On one hand I'm inspired by the people and their stories, and on the other hand, it paints a really unrealistic light for actual people living in actual life and how they can lose weight. I haven't watched the last several seasons after being an avid watcher, but I decided to again, mostly because I was kind of in a showhole and I needed something to watch.
Anyway, start today. I took my big kids to school and I wanted nothing more than to go right back to bed. But I didn't. I decided to get on the exercise bike first off to get it out of the way. The seat is really uncomfortable and my bum was still really sore from yesterday, but I did it anyway.
Mile 4 I started getting shooting pains through my hip down to my knee, but I could shift position and have it go away. By mile 6, it was constant, and it was excruciating. So I stopped. I didn't want to risk really hurting myself.
And for a while I was okay, but as time went on, I started feeling guilty. I should have powered through. I was just too weak. You know, all those negative thoughts that pop up.
So then I was watching the most recent episode of Biggest Loser while making lunch for me and my kids. There was a part where Bob had all the contestants and they were basically doing a group therapy session. After talking to a couple people he says "There's a demon inside you, and he's a liar. He is a liar. Feeding your head with all those negative thoughts. It's time to stand up to him."
So I am standing up to my demon. Today is a victory.
I could have gone back to bed, but instead I chose to work out. I could have stopped at four miles, but I chose to keep going.
Those are victories.