Vlog Monday

Yay! It's here!

Brand New Day

Quite obviously, yesterday was not a good day for me. But with help from my husband, a few others, and a burning desire within, I picked myself right back up. It seemed like an eternity since I have seen Tony after only missing him for one day. It felt so good to be in agonizing pain once again. Gotta love those wall sits. And seriously, can anyone even do those one-legged wall sits? Anyone?
*chirping crickets*
I didn't think so.

Toby and I went on a walk again today. That poor guy hasn't been on a walk since I began P90X. Tony has been kicking my butt so hard I haven't had any energy for my pup. That hyper-active little ball of fur is finally asleep right now. Mission fully accomplished.
Here are some inspiring words that I came across on Pinterest last night. Boy I love that site.
P.S. I quit the 3 day cleanse, and I'm totally fine with that :)

Keep On Movin'

Since I started Turbo Jam over a week ago, there has been a little pep to my every step. I even skipped over the steps to our front door when I ran in to say goodbye to my husband. That never happens. It has only been a week of solid weight training and my body already feels better. This evening I even walked home from the grocery store instead of driving with my husband, and it's supposed to be my rest day. My body is addicted to moving.
Tomorrow I start P90X. Chalene's Turbo Sculpt and Ab Jam are already kicking my butt enough as it is. But hey! Let's turn it up about 10 notches. I'm in a momentum, and I feel like nothing can stop me.

Please pray that my momentum continues.

Oh Boy

I must admit, that I have not worked out since my last blog entry. My new anti-d's have a nasty side effect of weight gain, so I'm up 8 pounds. Blow to my confidence. In addition, I have turned to desserts to make me feel better. Then, when I look at the empty cup of ice cream, or the cookie crumbs left on my plate, my emotions take an even steeper turn. After only two weeks, I summoned the courage to step on the scale. The number makes sense. My pants hurt to wear, and I can no longer suck in my gut.  This is the heaviest I have ever been.

This morning, however, I realized that I CAN get back on track to eating healthy. My frozen blueberries and grapes were a wonderful way to wake up. I forgot how delicious they are, and how good they make me feel. Struggling with clinical depression and lack of energy while trying to exercise is like trying to mix oil and water. But I can do this. There are too many stories of people who were actually obese lose all their extra weight. My journey isn't as long as theirs. I can't give up. I won't give up.

Energy

Today is starting off slow. I mean slooowwwww. Working out does not sound fun. Only at 1 in the morning while browsing Pinterest am I ever motivated to exercise. Even then I say "tomorrow I will start!" Right. My medications don't help with my energy either.

Energy should be surging through my body after 2 cups of coffee. Nope. Nada. Being three o'clock in the afternoon, I should probably climb out of my fluffy brown robe and put on my "working out" outfit. That way, when that 30 second window of "I'm totally going to break a sweat right this instant!" shows up, I'm ready for it.

Changed. I already feel nauseous thinking about working out. Why does it scare me so much? *sigh*. This is my choice. Four minutes of a high-intensity workout. Here I go. Agh!



BOOM. Holy freakin' shitake mushrooms Batman. It was no easier the second time around either (first tried last week). Well... I feel a little better about myself. Maybe I'll take my dog Toby for a walk now. Maybe.