It is really hard to be the fattest person in an exercise class. I know I'm not supposed to say fat, or compare my body to others, but Jesus. and I'm not even large enough to be considered "inspirational", as in look at her go...she's really going to do it this time. I'm just...large.
This is only the case in the class I am taking at the big chain gym. The one where there are mirrors and I can see myself. The one I take through community education...I don't feel self conscious at all. Weird.
But. Even though i feel like one of the middle aged ladies in the Sweatin' to the Oldies videos my mom did as a kid, I am still going.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
A Number
I am trying really hard not to be de-motivated by not losing any weight. Like seriously. Nothing is happening. NOTHING!
Ok, that is not entirely true. Nothing is happening on the scale. But I am in a routine of working out. I feel better. I am sleeping better. I feel stronger and more flexible. I am dancing 2 times a week which gives me not just exercise high, but a high from just being so happy.
I think I’m going to put the scale away for a while. I’m going to give this thing 4 weeks to do its thang. I’ll still track my points.
But no scale until March 5th. I’m going to rely on how I feel instead of a number because the number is seriously screwing with my head.
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