So Kate ended up throwing up yesterday. All over me. I was holding her on the couch and all of a sudden she just... spewed. Not a super great way to end the evening. ;-)
After having 8 kids in the morning, then putting my kids down, then Kate feeling ill, I didn't work out. Instead I read my book, ate some peanut butter M&Ms and baby carrots and just chilled.
Today I woke up not feeling well. So no gym again.
Honestly, I feel very overwhelmed with the whole working out thing. I thought I'd just dive right in, love the way it felt to move and exercise. But instead I feel sort of crushed. It was way harder than I expected. It wasn't fun. It hurt. It wasn't pleasant.
That doesn't mean I'm going to stop. I'll continue to go, once we're better. It's just not the flying leap I was imagining I'd take into the world of fitness.
Part of it is I have to overcome my negative mindset. I struggle with really believing it's possible for me to lose this weight. I don't have a will of steel. I can't force myself to eat only salad. I can't force myself to go to the gym and work out like a madwoman. I'm too lazy! Seriously, the past week I've really been thinking that it's not so bad, this weight/size I'm at. Only because it takes such an incredible amount of work, dedication, exercise, etc... to lose weight.
But deep down, I'm not satisfied. I want to see these fat rolls disappear. So I'll keep at it. Maybe not as zealously or intensely as other people, which means I won't get results as fast. But I don't care. I have to do what works for me, so I don't burn myself out and go off the deep end.
So although this week has been NOTHING like what I thought it was going to be, the bottom line is I'm not giving up. This (chubby) turtle is going to continue on toward the finish line. :0)