I’m able to come face to face with who I was and who I am now.
Iâ€™ve been working out pretty steadily since January. Iâ€™ve had a few slip daysâ€¦okay more than a few. Iâ€™ve had days where I said fuck it and ate whatever I wanted. Yesterday was one of those days. (I have been beyond stressed out lately.)
That being said, I honestly didnâ€™t think anything about my body was changing. I have felt the exact same. It doesnâ€™t help that the pandemic has been hanging heavy on our heads so the only thing I wear are scrubs and workout clothes.
I thought, fuck it, and got on the scale one day last week.
Down 35 lbs since January. Holy shit. 35 lbs. Not bad.
So I took a selfie and looked for a photo from last year. I need a comparison. I wanted to see.
What a difference a year can make
Yeah, there have been some differences.
Just because you donâ€™t feel like anything is changing doesnâ€™t mean that youâ€™re not. During this pandemic you donâ€™t have to lose your progress. Just because the gyms are closed doesnâ€™t mean we stop moving.
Iâ€™ve been running outside. 5-7 days a week Iâ€™m huffing and puffing as I jog/crawl around my neighborhood for 40 minutes. (Thatâ€™s how long it takes me to run 3 milesâ€¦40 minutes)
I felt like dyingâ€¦.
Use your body and other items around your house if you donâ€™t have a some gym. Keep those old milk jugs and fill them with water. Do yard work. Bench press your kids.
Just keep moving.