I recently took up working out to be my routine. It's painful but it hurts so good, sort of. I was sick of feeling like a blob. I'm also trying to eat healthier. I'm trying to do the whole deal and it's hard. I'm not saying I sit around and eat chips all day, but I could do a better job of taking care of myself.
My first day of working out wasn't too bad until I woke up the next morning. My legs were hating me. I could hardly bend down without my muscles screaming in protest. I do this thing called the 10 pound shred. I'm not trying to lose ten pounds, just trying to gain muscle. I realize now that the idea of working out is way easier in my head than the actual performance. I do feel better, although I have been slipping back into my old eating habits. Whoops...
I just feel like I'll never achieve perfection in the health department. I prefer sweets over any other type of food in my house and I'd much rather be asleep than sweating on a yoga matt while lifting weights and doing lunges. I hope results show soon because if they don't I'm going to think that all work outs are a hoax.
Last week felt pretty good. I was eating right and I definitely felt better about myself. I'm going to make sure I keep it up and hopefully it will get easier as it goes. If it doesn't, expect a long complaint on this blog about why no one should work out. For right now, I'm not hating on working out, it's alright.
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