Walp.
I made it through 21 days of the Whole30 and about 50 days of pretty consistent intermittent fasting. And now, I am somewhat ashamed to announce that I am no longer on these regimens.
Am I proud of my semi-success? Absolutely. I have proved to myself, once again, that I can go pretty far as a self-motivator. But, sooner or later, I fall off the rails, stub my toe, and get the blues (not the music blues; just the emotional ones. 😉 ).
This latest adventure and its abrupt close have been no exception.
So, I need more than just myself to spur me on to greater things. This is why I joined a gym and hired a personal trainer last week. And, I am happy to report that I just had the best workout of my life! Now, I’m starting to get why those crazy “gym rats” love working out so much…
It’s because working out (the right way) feels so good.
Plus, I’m supposed to give my trainer a report of my food intake from this past week, so I’m in for some healthy accountability in that department. From the looks of my VeRy ThOrOuGh journal… *checks missing entries*… I have some ‘splainin’ to do. *kicks figurative tuft of grass.*
How about I just show him the best stuff I ate this week? The whole one meal that I can remember?
Do you think I can get away with that for tomorrow’s training session?
Nope, didn’t think so, either. This might be harder than I thought. 🙂
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