Wanna know an easy way to set yourself up for complete failure? Announce to the world you’re going to work out to an exercise tape every day for a month.
Yeah. I am awesome-opposite.
While I have managed to squeeze in some form of exercise on average of four or five days a week, including the Shred, I have certainly NOT done it every day. I don’t know what I was thinking, except that every once in awhile my little brain gets excited about an idea and I have a hard time keeping it to myself. Not only that, but I seem to have hit the plateau wall from hell. When I started this whole thing, I managed to lose ten pounds and that is something and I’m happy about it. But since then? I’ve been dwelling in the stagnant waters of Meh.
I’ve actually had the following thoughts lately:
Well, MOST of my clothes fit now – that’s good enough.
Winter is coming anyway and I’ll soon be living in hoodies and jeans. That fit anyway.
No one is seeing me naked but Brian and he’s contractually obliged to be nice.
We’re all going to die in the end anyway, so what’s the difference?
I’m not sure what the answer is to find my motivation again, but I’d love it if I could figure it out.