Day 7: The Cold, the Bitter, and the Ugly

Winters in Chicago are the worst.

I love snow, but I do not like the bitter and freezing temperatures that go along with it. There should be no reason (other than an emergency) to leave your house when it is negative degrees outside. NEGATIVE.

I had to work late last night because of some people’s lack of time management and general awareness. I was in a crappy mood because of it and all I wanted to do was eat ice cream and watch TV. The whole ride home I kept thinking that I deserve to have a treat for my crappy day. But then a louder voice broke through and said “no you deserve a work out and some time to play with your puppy”. I ended up coming home and eating a small dinner before running out to the library and back to spend some time with the pup. It was too cold and late for me to drive out to the gym, so I decided to do an at-home circuit training routine. I ended up doing the following exercises 3x each:

• 10 push-ups
• 20 sit ups
• 20 lunges on each leg
• 25 squats
• 80 jumping jacks
• 60 second wall sits
• 30 second front plank/30 second side planks

It was actually a pretty decent work out for not going to the gym. My heart rate was up and I was sweating like crazy. I can feel a lot of the work I did yesterday in my stomach today. Which is always a good sore to have.

At work today, one of my co-workers asked if I had lost weight. I was elated to know that my hard work is slowly paying off! People are noticing my slimmer ass and waist line. More clean eating and more gym time! I’m loving the challenge of all this. Meditation had really been helping to keep me focused, centered, and mentally happy.

I'm really proud of myself for not giving in to my old habits and making a poor eating choice. Not only is eating healthy good for my stomach, but it's saving me a ton of money I would have otherwise spent on some junk food. It actually wasn't too hard to convince myself to make a positive/healthy choice because I didn't want to have the pain of regret and a stomachache from too much diary. Not to mention, if I ate like shit there is no way I would have found the motivation to work out. It's a win-win all around.