Yes. Four days of being active.
Has my eating been stellar? Hells no. It hasn't been terrible but not perfect. And I'm not even stressed about it.
Because I promised myself that I would take this one step at a time. I promised myself that at the very least I would get moving every single day. And that's exactly what I've been doing.
Tuesday: 5K walk
Wednesday: 5K walk (Gawking at all of the St. Patrick's Day celebrations and pint drinking going on. Green with envy. Haha - pun intended).
Thursday: Run/walk on the treadmill for 30 minutes.
So here's the verdict as to how I'm feeling:
- definitely more energetic and limber. I go to bed feeling tired in a good way. Not in a "sluggish" way.
- I am breaking out like a mofo! What's up with that? It looks like my left cheek was involved in a drive-by shooting.
- the scale says I've gained weight. Bloody hell. I'm disregarding it for now.
I have to be honest - tonight, I really just wanted to crawl into bed at 8pm. I even put on my pajamas. But then I forced myself to put on my gym clothes. But I was so glad when my workout was done. I wish I could bottle up that feeling and save it! Moreover, I wish I could remember that feeling every time I don't want to exercise.
So, yes. I've been sticking to my plan. I'll get a handle on my eating soon. But for now, it sure feels amazing to work those legs again. Now, I'm off to figure out why I'm still getting acne at the age of 34!