Friday

I'm dead. I'm pretty sure of it.

I'm supposed to be doing my 2nd day of couch to 5k today. I don't want to. I'm tired, and bloated. I think that I am a Zombie sitting here and typing this. My muscles are sore, my mind is numb, and my motivation is shot for today. I feel like a starving artist...

"What... Whats... Whats my motivation here?"

I am noticing small changes in the way my pants are fitting. And its enough for now. I'm finding it easier to get through my sit ups and Push ups in Tae Kwon Do, even though they still kick my ass. I am enjoying the process of learning Tae Kwon Do. And to top it off I love my instructors. They are amazing women and they push me, but they make me laugh while they do it. I sweat more in that class than I did with doing a full rotation with an hour on the treadmill at the gym. Although I wouldn't mind getting back into the gym, but the only days I don't baby sit are Tuesdays and Thursdays. The same days as TKD. And I don't want to over do it.

I didn't weigh myself last night. I weighed myself Tuesday and I didn't have any change in my weight and it made kinda go...Oh... Well... Crap. I know there are reasons for it not changing, and not all of them are bad. So I decided to not weigh again Thursday and make some changes and see what next week brings. I am seriously looking forward to next week though. I have every intention of hitting the steam room at the Y one day. I adore the steam room. Helps me sweat out all the bad stuff.

Stats for today...

I don't know and I don't care.