Week two of the new year complete, and the one resolution I haven’t broken? My diet. I’ve tracked every piece of food going into my mouth, and have yet to max out my points. So when I stepped on the scale this morning, I was hopeful.
1.3 pounds down this week wasn’t quite what I was hoping for. I wanted something a little more substantial.
I know, I know, slow and steady is the healthy way to lose weight. But its hard to put so much energy into change and feel like there is such little result.
And to add to my frustration, my husband, who takes this far less seriously than I do, has lost more than twice what I have, despite drinking soda with every meal and going out with the boys for deep dish pizza. Being a boy seriously has its perks.
I know I need to mix a regular workout with my diet to really get going, but this is strangely where I struggle. I used to be a competitive figure skater, and training was always my workout. My off ice conditioning was usually dance related, a little bit of weight training. NEVER a normal gym routine. Which means, I have no experience here.
And, as ridiculous as this sounds, being out of shape and out of practice makes me far too self conscious to take the leap and join a gym with dance or zumba classes. And getting back on the ice? I can’t even imagine right now. Those muscles don’t even exist anymore!
I am seriously in need of a workout I enjoy, so I can get started. Or I just need to suck it up and forge through my hate of treadmills…