This was my breakfast.
This isn't my photo though because the one I took in the morn, was all fuzzy.
But this, from here, is amazingly close.
Mine was:
egg white omelet with broccoli & cauliflower, two slices of organic whole wheat bread, two slices of organic turkey bacon and strawberries (3).
It was yummy.
Then i worked.
And then went to work-out.
Where I started weeping.
I know - what the heck right?
But right there in the middle of my cardio class, I couldn't jump over the steps like i wanted to, and stopped, caught my reflection in the mirror and was just disappointed & exhausted because my arms still looked freaking wrestlerishly gigantic.
And I was overwhelmed.
And tears poured out.
I was sweating buckets so nobody noticed.
I am not going to get all self pitying about this.
I am freaking sticking to this.
The weight is there because I put it on. Its not metabolism, its not hormones, it's just years of sitting on my ass, eating in front of the tv, that second helping of cheese, that third helping of curry, that helping of white rice, the fifth chappati, that lasagna, and not being consistent with working out.
So, I am keeping at it even if I can't jump as high as the rest of my frackingly toned cardio/kickboxing/abs class.
This isn't my photo though because the one I took in the morn, was all fuzzy.
But this, from here, is amazingly close.
Mine was:
egg white omelet with broccoli & cauliflower, two slices of organic whole wheat bread, two slices of organic turkey bacon and strawberries (3).
It was yummy.
Then i worked.
And then went to work-out.
Where I started weeping.
I know - what the heck right?
But right there in the middle of my cardio class, I couldn't jump over the steps like i wanted to, and stopped, caught my reflection in the mirror and was just disappointed & exhausted because my arms still looked freaking wrestlerishly gigantic.
And I was overwhelmed.
And tears poured out.
I was sweating buckets so nobody noticed.
I am not going to get all self pitying about this.
I am freaking sticking to this.
The weight is there because I put it on. Its not metabolism, its not hormones, it's just years of sitting on my ass, eating in front of the tv, that second helping of cheese, that third helping of curry, that helping of white rice, the fifth chappati, that lasagna, and not being consistent with working out.
So, I am keeping at it even if I can't jump as high as the rest of my frackingly toned cardio/kickboxing/abs class.
4 comments:
I know EXACTLY how you feel. There are days when I catch sight of myself doing something (like when I was doing KenPo) and have to choke back the tears. So out of shape, so out of my league. Who do I think I'm fooling anyway?
But you keep on keeping on and the feeling passes and you get better because you don't quit.
Hey, I've been lurking for a while and decided this is the right post to speak up on. You are an inspiration to me. I've been wanting to lose weight for a while, and your dedication has made me decide to go for it as well. All the best! and thank you!
Spicy Chai.
God ME! It's a freakin bitch to lose weight. So much easier to just give up and reach for the damn crisps and bacon and curry. So don't be so hard on yourself.
Good luck & I hope the fat melts away quickly and the next tears you'll cry will be tears of joy!
xx
thanks you guys.
and spice chai - all the best and somehow your saying that helps me too!
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