When I started consistently working out again (around the middle/end of January) I had big hopes for changes. I know what I weighed around the time that I started, but I’m not in the habit of regularly weighing myself.
We have a scale in our bathroom but I’m never tempted to step on it. Recently I did step on the scale and I was super disappointed to see that the numbers hadn’t changed at all. I was reminded about why I don’t step on the scale often.
Two weeks ago I started working with Ivanna on a 6 week workout plan. She’s helping me tremendously by telling me what to do each day at the gym and I love it. Last week was my very first week and I’m embarrassed to admit that I totally lost my rhythm by Wednesday. I had an unexpected meeting at work and I missed my opportunity to go to the gym. I took Thursday off because I had several doctors appointments and I missed my workout again. I missed two workouts within the first four days.
It wasn’t a good start.
By Friday I pulled myself together and did my 3rd scheduled workout. Saturday and Sunday I completed the last two for Week 1. This week I’ve stuck to the schedule and I proud of myself for doing so. I told Ivanna that I feel strong, and that is the truth. I don’t really feel all that bad about the scale because I know my body feels different.
And then something else happened. …