I worked out earlier this morning before errands and other activities of the day but didn’t get a chance to blog.
Today’s workout was much better that Day 13′s in that I actually finished it. Level 2 is kicking my butt harder than level 1 did and it’s a lot to take. I’m still sticking with Anita, my beginner move buddy, and every so often I’m pushing myself to Natalie’s level. The pain that I’m in while I’m doing the workout is fleeting physically–I’m fine as soon as the workout is over. Mentally, it’s sticking with me.
As odd as it may sound, I feel like I’ve hit some sort of wall. My previously lazy, compromising ways are creeping back, knocking on the back door of my mind with flowers and chocolates. It’s whispering through the door that I don’t HAVE to workout tonight, tomorrow would be better. It’s whispering that it’s okay to take a night off, you don’t want to hurt your leg any more that it already is. I know this is making me sound horribly schizo, but it’s that big hurdle that, previously, I’ve never been able to overcome. And I know–it’s just working out and I’m being way too dramatic about this, but it’s become more than working out. It’s become about my health and sanity and wanting to make myself better.
I can see why Weight Watchers has meetings. Working out with a buddy would help tremendously. This blog has become my Weight Watchers meeting only it’s free.
I’m going to continue on with level 2, but possibly alternate level 1 and level 2 days. Don’t get me started on Level 3. I’m too terrified to even WATCH that workout. But I’m going to continue. I HAVE to.
Wish me luck. (And, hey, at least my book reading is going well. 
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