I’m able to come face to face with who I was and who I am now.
I’ve been working out pretty steadily since January. I’ve had a few slip days…okay more than a few. I’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 didn’t think anything about my body was changing. I have felt the exact same. It doesn’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 don’t feel like anything is changing doesn’t mean that you’re not. During this pandemic you don’t have to lose your progress. Just because the gyms are closed doesn’t mean we stop moving.
I’ve been running outside. 5-7 days a week I’m huffing and puffing as I jog/crawl around my neighborhood for 40 minutes. (That’s how long it takes me to run 3 miles…40 minutes)
I felt like dying….
Use your body and other items around your house if you don’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.
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