Its the beginning of the fourth week and of course I’m nervous. Not a single lb down this week. I suppose this is good news because the scale didn’t go UP. It does that crap. I hate when it does.

However I always take it as a cue to look over what I’m doing and nip and tuck the little things that make a big difference.

And I hate to have to write this. This is the bane of my existence. Quite seriously.

Sugar and me.. we can’t get along no matter how much I love it. I love sugar. I LOVE carbs. I love the wrongness of it all.

But I hate how sluggish it makes me feel even when I “indulge” myself. Did you know I can only do it a little at a time? When I get greedy and go for it, I always feel it. ALWAYS. Its as though my palette has been cleansed. I’ve learned to go fresh. But my brain’s like “Well..Ice cream has never let me down befooore”

Seriously?

I’m CONVINCING myself to do the wrong thing out of sheer habit?

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I lost another pound so I am pleased about that

I woke up this morning stuck on lazy.  LA.ZY.

In fact, even writing this is tough. 

But that’s going to have to fly out the door because the world is moving on without me.  I want to have a kickass workout today.  One to be proud of.  What is this - the beginning of week 3?  I’ve made some great improvements like sneaking veggies into my own food.

(Look. I don’t love vegetables.)

I hit the gym 6 days out of 7 as planned.

I’ve got a new motivation - I will be visiting someone special in about 2 months and .. well.. I have to feel great to have a great time.  SOOO

How about my challenge for this week is to tighten that clean eating even more and give everyday my very best shot. 

*shudders* After a quick nap.

I went to the gym tonight feeling cute.  Seriously.. it’s been such a long time since I was ok with my body to the point where I kept checking myself out.  I don’t know what it is..the clothes just fit.. properly.

Certain excercises become less and less intimidating.  I find myself pushing to the limit and it’s exhilerating because I then think to myself it all adds up in the end.

I am loving the weight room - I still go super late at night when there aren’t many people

and there is this guy - maybe he’s a model - but every night our eyes meet.  He’s gorgeous of course but not a smiler.. and he plugs away on cardio like you would never believe. 

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So apparently, eating clean every 3 hours, working out, and sleeping is working for me.  Why is this a pleasant surprise?

 Because I could SWEAR I have tried to do this before and to no avail.

I was so encouraged by it yesterday morning, I hit the gym for my regular 1.5 hrs even though I was tired.

I can feel every step I take..

The hot trainer showed me some stuff on friday - and all I could do is concentrate on not drooling in front of him.   Damn him for being so personable and trying to connect with me as another person.  I totally woke up from a nap 10 min before I saw him so I took some time to come to.

I also told him about my challenge.

11 weeks to go.

I have good faith on this

OH

btw -the stairmaster gaunlet thingie?  Evil.  And awesome.  Other than the treadmill, if I only have 15 minutes to work out, thats the machine to do it on.

I love my new gym.  Such perks.  *giggle*

you are no longer fazed by the scale

because YOU know the truth lies in the body fat percentage.

I’m hitting that weight room full force as well as utilizing HIIT in my cardio sessions.

I sense a transformation approaching

It’s been a long time coming

and well - its about damn time.