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As difficult and tiring as it was, I survived my first week of working out and being on a diet, which I'm somehow proud of. Despite all the struggles, worries and temptations, I managed to stick to it and did my best to accomplish anything that I need to do to start being healthy.
For a person like me who gets demotivated and is easily tempted and swayed by people, it was difficult to stick to a 1400 calorie diet, do 30 minutes of cardio and three sets of strength training or weights. I hated it especially on the first day I did them. My body was painful as fuck and I felt like I was raped by Satan to oblivion the next day and was moaning like a wounded puppy with every movement that I made. My friends teasing and physical abuse (Yes, they physically abuse me for fun. Damn sadists!) are not helping, but the third day came and I was surprised to discover that lifting all those weights and running in the treadmill or the elliptical wasn't that difficult anymore and I started liking them.
This makes me even more motivated to continue and I've realized that doing physical activities is fun, that running till your heart burns and sweat breaks out from every pore in your skin feels good. I may feel so tired when I get home, but at the same time, I also feel happy and accomplished because despite the stress I get from work and my life, I forget all about it when I'm at the gym or when I'm jogging.
Am I getting into it?
Yes. I am.
I'm not complaining, though, 'coz I've never felt this good in years.
It's time for me to change.
No more excuses.
For a person like me who gets demotivated and is easily tempted and swayed by people, it was difficult to stick to a 1400 calorie diet, do 30 minutes of cardio and three sets of strength training or weights. I hated it especially on the first day I did them. My body was painful as fuck and I felt like I was raped by Satan to oblivion the next day and was moaning like a wounded puppy with every movement that I made. My friends teasing and physical abuse (Yes, they physically abuse me for fun. Damn sadists!) are not helping, but the third day came and I was surprised to discover that lifting all those weights and running in the treadmill or the elliptical wasn't that difficult anymore and I started liking them.
This makes me even more motivated to continue and I've realized that doing physical activities is fun, that running till your heart burns and sweat breaks out from every pore in your skin feels good. I may feel so tired when I get home, but at the same time, I also feel happy and accomplished because despite the stress I get from work and my life, I forget all about it when I'm at the gym or when I'm jogging.
Am I getting into it?
Yes. I am.
I'm not complaining, though, 'coz I've never felt this good in years.
It's time for me to change.
No more excuses.
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