Four years ago this task took me about an hour and a half with a push mower, and I might stop half-way through to grab a quick drink of water before I powered through the rest of it. It wasn't my favorite chore to do, but I really didn't mind it. It wasn't physically challenging and I love the smell of fresh cut grass and I like being outdoors and I always got a little boost from knowing how nice my yard looked. Beats vacuuming, as far as I was concerned!
Fastforward to today...I was in ****. My lungs burned, I was having a hard time breathing, my heart was pounding out of my chest, my feet were in a ton of pain, and my arms felt like they couldn't push any more. I had to stop after 15 minutes.
I had been feeling pretty good the past couple of days. Even with just losing 16 pounds, I was moving easier. So, this is kind of a mixed bag for me...on the one hand I'm mad for allowing myself to get to this point and for not being able to even mow my lawn without my weight getting in the way. But, on the other hand, I think it's good to have that reality hit me so that I don't get complacent and just be satisfied with losing pounds/inches. (Not that I'm making any judgment on those that are, it's just that for me this journey is about overall health and I want to run, jump, and play as badly as I want to get into a hot LBD!)
I'm going to wait out the sun and get my butt back out there. I'm determined to finish it today...even if I have to take breaks every 15 minutes.
What do you guys think? Do moments like this spur you on? I'd love to hear from people who might have been in the same situation and are now kickin' butt at 5ks or bike races, or in their backyards!




