I am starting to feel the depression sink in. Seeing those high numbers again SUCKS. I know I am doing great...my clothes are fitting great and I am feeling great... but for some reason it just doesn't count unless that number is under the 200 mark.
I ran this morning... 2 miles... even though I really did not feel like working out at all. Once I got started I thought of all the reasons I was running...
TO LOSE WEIGHT
TO LOOK GOOD IN CLOTHES
TO WORK OFF THE 10 COOKIES I ATE YESTERDAY
well.. by that time I was at the 2 mile marker. I got off and worked out my shoulders, triceps and abs. Now I feel exhausted physically... and mentally.
To help the motivation, hubby came home with news that we had gotten tickets to the NFR (National Finals Rodeo) again this year in Las Vegas... which means I have 6 weeks to the day to get my butt back in my old size 12 Rockies. At least that is the dream. So tomorrow marks my 6 weeks of being faithful to my workout routine and trying to eat right... 6 more weeks will hopefully find me in my 'top shelf' pants again!
I've got to start thinking positive... I've got to cut out 50% of the carbs I'm eating... I've got to keep up my workout routine... I've got to drink more water...and I've got to keep pushing myself to run....farther.