After a mediocre week two, I decided I needed to kick it back up for week three. And then came the flu. Apparently I can fight colds like a superhero, but the flu, not so much. The worst is that I didn't even lose any weight from it. Even on the mend I was tired, I was weak, and I was lazy.
So along comes week four, and I have a couple of Jets shifts, and also a game to attend. I end up barely exercising in week four either. I was tired, I was LAZY.
Seriously, this is not how it is supposed to be. I am supposed to do well, I am supposed to inspire. Instead, I just suck.
On the other hand, I still see progress. I may only be down 4.4 pounds since day one (not bad in my own opinion) but there is definitely shape changes happening. I love, love, love my calf muscles. However, I HATE Jillian! She's such a bitch! I cannot possibly jump up and down for two minutes straight!!! Ugh! It's not that I get winded, it's that my legs want to collapse. I just keep telling myself that it will get better. . .and I keep hoping it does. Maybe someday. (And maybe she's not a bitch but sometimes I feel that way.)
So I just peeked back at the first month of my blog at start of my weight loss journey, and I see many ups and downs. This makes me realize that this is all part of the journey and we just have to keep going. Why? Because in another four weeks, I want to be a better me.