I started working out back October 1. I did it dragging my feet, crying, throwing up everything that you see on Biggest Loser! It was hard, hard, hard. I am not a morning person so getting up 3 times a week at 4:30am was a battle in itself. Working out, sweating, running, jumping, lunging and my most hated.... burpees!!!! for an hour went against everything I every claimed. My normal response when anyone talked about running or working out... "I sweat for one reason only". Now don't get me wrong, I still don't run. Hate it with every fiber of my being. It is not a natural thing for me. I cannot breathe right. So, I focus on what I can do.
The weight was not coming off. What the heck? Why was I killing myself here? Then came January. For some reason it started to kick in. My clothes fit differently. My face looked different. Mid February I did a 2 day cleanse. My hat is off to those of you who can do a liquid/shake cleanse for more than 2 days. My body needs to chew. That also helped with getting past a plateau. More pounds dropped.
Last week, when I had to fold over a pair of pants at the waist and pin them closed I decided I needed to go shopping. From October to mid February, I have come down two pants sizes. YEA! So, it is working.
I also find that I am sleeping better. Except for Sunday nights. Why does our mind have to wake up at 9:30pm on Sunday nights. Yesterday, Monday, I got home and lay down on the couch for just a minute. Ray and I had a funeral visitation to go to so I just thought I would wait for him. He woke me up at 7:10 from a dead sleep. I decided the only place I was going was to my bed. I slept until he woke me at 7am this morning. Guess I was tired.
Anyway, I look forward to working out now. I have lost 12 pounds and 10.5 total inches from the bod. Can't quit now!