For some reason I have been faltering just a little too much this past week. For one... it's been extremely cold (single digits) and snowing and icy, which makes me want to stay inside and pile up on the couch and eat and drink comfort foods... and then everybody has been bringing in cookies, cakes, blah blah for the holidays into work, and I've done a pretty good job of staying away from it, but not a perfect job.
Until yesterday, I hadn't exercised at all since December 8th... prior to that day I was going to the gym every single day... and then I just stopped. Yesterday I had an appointment with a personal trainer for the first time. I was scared to death! I was scared because I hadn't worked out in a week, and because I didn't think I could really do anything.
I can walk on the treadmill for 30 minutes, but that's about it.
Yesterday... it was proven to me that I can do more than that. My limbs felt like jelly when she was done with me, but I felt good that everything she wanted me to do... I was able to do.
I was lying in bed this morning awake, and thinking of how this past week I have been feeling like giving up. The thought came to my mind... I can't! For any reason... I cannot give up. So what that I fell back for a week... it's only a week... not my life.
Yesterday a guy I went to school with.. his wife who was 31 years old had a heart attack and died, leaving behind 6 children.
I don't want that to be me.
I want to live, and I want to have a good quality of life, so giving up ever... is not an option.
Thanks for letting me vent