I started trying to lose weight last summer. I started counting calories using an app called "my fitness pal". It's an app you can install on your smart phone and there is a website with a whole community. Shortly after I started counting calories I found out I was pregnant. Not too long after that I miscarried. I got a bit depressed and didn't get back on the weight loss wagon.
Earlier this year I joined the guy and started working out. My goal was to use the elliptical. My first day I thought I'd go for as long as I could and then try to build up each day. I warmed up and got on the machine, knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to go more than 5 or 10 minutes. TWO minutes later I was dieing and back on the walking track...I could not believe it. I was upset with myself but that did not deter me. I went back the next few days adding at least a minute every time. I managed to get up to 10 minutes before I got sick with a horrible cold. I fell off the wagon again. That was two months ago.
Last Monday was my first day back at the gym. Considering I was off for so long I was afraid I would be back at 2 minutes. I did my warm up and got on the machine. I was able to stay on for 6 minutes. I know that doesn't sound like much, but for an obese person who hadn't worked out in two months that was major. I worked out all last week and today I was able to stay on for 22 minutes. I even increased the resistance. I have to say I'm really proud of myself. My goal is to get to 30 minutes and keep it there. Not so much because I don't want to work out more but because I have to get back to work. I might reach my goal by the end of the week.
I was really close to not going to today. Not sure why but I've been really emotional and I started to get that pang inside. That little voice saying "just today, take a break just today". I forced myself to go and I'm glad I did.
Earlier this year I joined the guy and started working out. My goal was to use the elliptical. My first day I thought I'd go for as long as I could and then try to build up each day. I warmed up and got on the machine, knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to go more than 5 or 10 minutes. TWO minutes later I was dieing and back on the walking track...I could not believe it. I was upset with myself but that did not deter me. I went back the next few days adding at least a minute every time. I managed to get up to 10 minutes before I got sick with a horrible cold. I fell off the wagon again. That was two months ago.
Last Monday was my first day back at the gym. Considering I was off for so long I was afraid I would be back at 2 minutes. I did my warm up and got on the machine. I was able to stay on for 6 minutes. I know that doesn't sound like much, but for an obese person who hadn't worked out in two months that was major. I worked out all last week and today I was able to stay on for 22 minutes. I even increased the resistance. I have to say I'm really proud of myself. My goal is to get to 30 minutes and keep it there. Not so much because I don't want to work out more but because I have to get back to work. I might reach my goal by the end of the week.
I was really close to not going to today. Not sure why but I've been really emotional and I started to get that pang inside. That little voice saying "just today, take a break just today". I forced myself to go and I'm glad I did.
