Wednesday, January 27, 2016

I didn't want to.

I really didn't want to work out today.  But I forced myself into it.  I forced myself to change into workout clothes.

And then I turned on my wii fit and did a body test.  I had done one on April 18th, and it depressed me.  I probably wouldn't have turned it on again for ages if Adrienne hadn't challenged me.  At that point I had set my "goal" to lose 2 lbs in 2 weeks.  You know, pretty unambitious. lol

Anyway, I got on today.  I hadn't worked out again since the 18th until this week.  And the little balance board icon guy informed me I was .2 away from my goal.  Wow!  That should be a cinch by next Monday, right?

And instead of doing 10 miles on the cycle today, I decided to do some zumba instead.

I didn't want to.  I really didn't want to.  But I did.  I'm in the process of teaching myself a new way to think.  I've spent so much of my life avoiding.  Avoiding things that hurt. Avoiding things that are hard.

But being uncomfortable, in pain even, isn't always bad.  And it doesn't have to control me.

To paraphrase Oprah from her weight watchers commercial that plays on hulu, "2016 will be the year of my best me."


  1. I told myself I wasn't going to either. but now that I'm 45 minutes from work ending, I think I'll go to the gym after work. I have all my clothes ready, I might as well not make excuses.

    1. Exactly! I get so annoyed with other people's excuses and my own are finally starting to annoy me. I AM capable. I don't like how I feel or how I look (pictures are awful), so what am I going to do about it? Whining does nothing.