Well Zip-a-dee-doo-dah! Stepped on the scale and am happy to report that I’ve lost a little more. The reading this morning was 181.8. Yes! I know, it’s small potatoes, but it’s something.
This past Saturday I signed up and attended a Meetup group outing. I am not at a loss for friends, but honestly, they just do not have the same motivation to go out there and move.
We were supposed to go for a light hike followed by kayaking. We took a wrong turn on the trails and ended up walking a lot longer than anticipated. We started walking at 11:30 a.m. and finally finished at 3:30 pm. Ugh…..I was parched and exhausted and famished and I swear, was ready to just scream “I give up!!!” and lie in the middle of the fields until the next thaw.
Kayaking did not happen. I did not have one ounce of energy left in me. My two co-passengers (I volunteered to offer lifts), who were much younger than I also felt the same.
So after downing what seemed like one million litres (or gallons if you’re American) of water, off we went back to the city.
I was so sore the next day, but it felt great to move and it all paid off. I’m glad I went, because true to form, I’m getting bored with the gym. I only average one day per week, which is why I won’t waste money on memberships any longer. I buy passes. Some argue it might be more expensive, but to each their own. Unless I am ready to go there four times a week, it’s not going to happen. I used to spend a lot of time at the gym and I’m over that. It felt like a chore. Yes, I do have commitment issues on many levels.
I took a peek at the pics snapped on our outing…sigh….I should not have done that. I look like a hippopotamus in athletic gear. Gosh I so want to lose weight. I cannot stand what I look like. There were some there bigger than me, lumpier, squishier, but my eyes always zero in on all my imperfections. I hate it. I hate that the outside does not match the inside. Why can I be accepting of other people that carry extra weight, but bash myself constantly over it. They seem so comfortable in their bodies and I clearly am not. I hide from cameras.
Also, do cameras really make a person look wider? Stay with me on this, I’m not being delusional. A friend of mine just completed a Spartan race. She has lost a ton of weight, but on her race pics, she looks so much heavier than she really is. What’s up with that?
Happy Monday, all. Keep smiling!