This morning I lay in bed after my alarm went off at 5:30. I refused to open my eyes and I lay there for five minutes talking to that little voice that lives inside me.
"You don't have to get up and go to the Gym Pippa" it said to me
"Well, no I don't. I went yesterday morning and last night and I'm going to Aquafit tonight" I answered
"See, you deserve some time in bed. You need to rest."
"I could sleep in, couldn't I? There is no way BB is getting up early after last nights swim"
"Exactly! A nice long lazy lay in"
It was the use of the word lazy that got me. My eyes snapped open as I swung my legs out of bed, sat up grabbed my phone and headed off downstairs. Everything was downstairs ready for me to go, as I'd prepared the night before. As I do every night. I got dressed and checked everything over;
I started munching on the cereal bar as I headed out of the house, I've learnt already that if I don't eat before I go I feel sick as running on empty isn't good for me. I carefully shut the door behind me so as not to wake up the rest of the house and as I drove to the gym I half listened to someone on Five Live talking about something from the news whilst I went over what had happened.
I knew why that little voice was starting to talk back again. I knew why it was calling me lazy, it was grumpy and disappointed, because I was grumpy and disappointed.
Despite telling myself that I wouldn't weigh myself until I had been going to the gym three weeks I had snuck on to the scales on Tuesday, hoping to see some weight loss that would inspire me to work harder. Instead I saw no movement, no weight loss. Not even half a lb. I was sure that I'd have lost at least that in sweat in the last two weeks. I complained to my Mum. "Well, muscle weighs more than fat and you're probably making lots of muscle" she said. I knew that was true, muscle does weigh more than fat but I'm not gaining that much muscle. It just didn't add up.
I've been monitoring my food, weighing it and adding it to my diary. Totalling up the amount I've eaten and what I've drunk (mostly water, occasionally squash), I've added every single snack and when it's told me off for being too low in calories I've gone and found something healthy (like carrot sticks) to munch on.
I'm recording all my activity too, adding it to my diary and watching the graph build up each day as I get fitter and can achieve more. I know I've got fitter in the last two weeks, my induction to the Gym left me exhausted and I'd only been there for thirty minutes. Last Sunday I increased my time on each machine from ten minutes to fifteen, I'm fitter than I look.
Whilst I was pedalling on the bike this morning I realised that I didn't put the weight on over night and it's not going to come off over night either. This is a long journey that I am on and whilst I might have started on it at a sprint because of my enthusiasm that doesn't mean that I'm going to see results just as quickly.
I'm consoling myself that I'm getting fitter, surely that's worth seeing a delay in losing a lb or two?
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