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It's weigh-in time tomorrow. Though I know that I have already been disqualified, there's a sense of loathing and trepidation that I'm experiencing.
I've always hated the scale. It's always been a pawn of Satan in my eyes. Because I'm just a solid chunk of a woman, the scale is ALWAYS telling me that I'm bigger than what I appear to be. If big-bonedednes was a thing, then I'd be afflicted with that thing. Is this a major problem? Typically, no...only when I step on the scale.
Anyway, I need to weigh in tomorrow to see if I will have ANY funds to roll over into a gym membership. I doubt it. I have been gluttonous. Actually, that's a lie. I have not been gluttonous. I have indulged in too much Starbucks. Starbucks is a problem for me. Specifically, almost any frappuccino with caramel in it. It is my gateway drug. Actually, that's a lie as well. I'm good with just a Caramel Mocha or Caramel Cocoa Cluster or just a plain ol' Caramel Frappuccino.
OMFG! Do you see the caramel in that CCC Frapp? If that isn't calling your name and motivating you to count your coins so you can scoot down the block to holla at your favorite barista then we have nothing in common and you can roll up out my damn face, POTNA!
If you ain't about that caramel life, you getting this...POTNA!
Sorry about that. I was having a moment. I have let Jesus re-enter my life and I will not hit you over the head with any more outbursts like that for the rest of this post.
As I was stating, I let a pimp named Caramel, aka Sugar, get its clutches in me and run amok (I think we all know that there's a pimp out there going by the name of Caramel and/or Sugar. I do not want to meet him as I'm sure his pimp game would be on point and too strong). That is probably why I dread the weigh in tomorrow. Oh well...at least I know why my results will be lacking this week. I'd rather that than the dreaded p-word (plateau).
I will get back to my groove tomorrow. I do not feel like myself when I don't eat right. I actually look for lean protein sources to munch on instead of carby-fillers. And yes, I know carby isn't a word. I'm going with it even though spell-check has got red scribbles all over this doggone page. I do not do fast food unless it is for a salad from Wendy's. I do not make trips to McDonald's to place orders for their liquified crack, better known as Sweet Tea. Trips to See's Candy are few. I will confess that I made a trip there yesterday, but have no desire to consume the candy that would normally haunt my dreams. It's been sitting around getting stale for the past 36 hrs. That's a record for me.
I will also get back to my hardcore workouts. I feel like I'm probably weaker. I still do my cardio (in the form of bike rides. Congratulate me on my first 20 mi ride Saturday morning) and I try to keep up with the push ups (I'm up to a whopping 6. LOL!), but I need to get back to those HIIT sessions.
I may stumble, tumble and fall, but what I won't do is lay there and wallow in my defeat. I am not defeated. This is a war and wars are not won by a singular battle; they are won through multiple battles and I've won the most important one of all...starting this journey. I will win this war. You best believe that, POTNA!
I do not support or endorse Hall Training Systems. The pic was just really good!
