First Progress and That Dumb Little Voice
Ah, the first weigh-in! The trepidation. The anxiety. The unending fury when the scale won't calibrate the first try. But after that, oh what joy! I lost 2.4 lbs last week! Officially, my weigh-in days are set to be Mondays but I fell asleep after coming home from the gym and didn't have the energy to fight with my camera to take a results picture. The below picture is probably (hopefully) a little lighter than 218 lbs. I can sort of see a difference but that might be wishful thinking.
Last week I started exercising at the Employee Wellness Center on campus, which is pretty much a fancy phrase meaning "tiny weight room with too many ellipticals and not enough working treadmills". I worked out on the treadmill Thursday and Friday and would have kept going on until Saturday if they had been open, which they weren't. I have found that if I take my gym bag with me to work and go to the gym straight afterwards, I have no excuse for not going, though plenty cropped up. First, I thought I lost my ID and almost gave up after a half-hearted attempt to search my pit of a purse. Then, I didn't have a scrunchie for my hair. That little voice kept popping up saying "well, I guess I'll just go home" but I told that voice to shut up and I went to the gym anyways. So there little voice! Take that!