Who's gonna be my shoulder, cause I could use one to cry on. LIKE A PUDDLE OF TEARS! Or maybe a hug would suffice, I like hugs.
My body hates me.
That's the only conclusion I can conjure up that makes even an ounce of logical sense. I have worked out every day (except Sunday) TWICE a day this past week and not steered away on what I'm eating for the last two weeks (may I remind you that I worked out just as much last week too) and the scale is up 1-2lbs yet again.
I have days when I absolutely dread stepping on the scale because I just KNOW the results I see are not going to make me leap for joy. There are other days when I confidently step on the scale - knowing I've left it all out on the floor for the week and I'm rudely awaken by a gain. That's been the case the past two weeks. I was actually semi-excited to see what I had accomplished and "done to make myself proud" as the Biggest Loser song says. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING apparently.
Sorry guys, this isn't much of an upper today.
I worked out with a Personal trainer on Monday night, who I also go to church with, and I am sore two days later from what we did. She had me doing things I didn't know my body could do. I actually enjoyed that and I will be seeing her again this evening. Apparently I have ab muscles somewhere in there and the actually feel kinda good AFTER I've worked them out - it's like that "good pain" feeling. Boy do they hurt, but it's a good hurt.
Verse of the Day:
Revelation 21:4He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."
Life is in the journey, not the destination, so do what you can and take it one day at a time. Go slow, do it right, and make your changes permanent — then help out others who are where you were.
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