Dig Deep Time

My back aches.

My muscles are sore.

My body is tired.

This whole working out 5 days a week trip is really starting to take a toll. I thought working out was supposed to give me energy but I was wrong. Pulling an old t-shirt over my head and slipping into my tights is becoming more of a task these days. I find myself looking for any excuse not to hop in car and drive 5 minutes to the gym.

Yesterday it rained.

YES!

The light shower was my ticket out. So I tweeted,

@GeorgiaDawkins "Definitely not going to the gym in this rain. #hangitup #flatscreen"

Unfortunately, my followers aren't letting me give in so easily. Immediately my best friend began pulling me off the sofa using everyone of her 140 characters.

"@GeorgiaDawkins UMMM! its not raining inside the gym!! #NoExcuses"

"RT @MsMedSkool4real: GeorgiaDawkins UMMM! its not raining inside the gym!! #NoExcuses
"I will commit to abs at home."

"@GeorgiaDawkins NOPE!!!!....take ya ass to da gym and get in your ENTIRE workout"



That's when I decided it was dig deep time and I brought it! Before I went to went I suffered through an intense ab workout accompanied by rigerous push-ups.





Meet Trudy.








Every time I step on the tredmil it asks me to enter my weight. This is the only time I lie. The deafult weight is normally 150lbs so, I simply press enter. Now, you know damn well I'm a good two hun'ned! I have deemed the whole "enter your weight process" a descrimination to fat people around the world. Why? Because I'm offended.

I've only lost two pounds thus far and maybe an inch but eventually I plan to tell the tredmill the truth and nothing but it.

Until then I will not tell a soul. No one will know my true weight but me, you and Trudy.

Sweeter than a Drag Queen

Hungry and half naked, I step on the scale hoping for the lowest three numbers possible.

I finally stepped on the scale three days after the launch of my fitness challenge.

TWO.

OH.

FIVE.

Yes, I said it. For years I have avoided communication with THE SCALE... *echo* *echo* *echo* But now, I'm facing the FAT. Although I look great and I feel fine (as in sexy), I'm not as healthy as I could be. I can't say I'm off to a great start but I am in a better position than last week.

I've already skipped two days at the gym. Don't freak out!!! That's my limit per week. One of those days I actually worked out at home.



That's right, Jesus! Go me!

Thursday, Kee Kee came over to take my before pics and measurements. I don't know what hurts worse...the fact the my waist is 38 inches or the scale's awful truth.


So, I'm working out but my diet SUCKS! Well it doesn't exactly suck but it does nibble a bit. I have way too much sugar in my diet. Like more sugar than RuPaul's Drag Race. *snaps* OK, girlfriend?!?

This week's challenge I will be cutting back on the carb and sweets. My gym routine has seriously picked up. I'm now hitting the tredmil and weights for 45 minutes to an hour. I'm proud of me.

I'd like to take this time to address the enemy...

Dear Lord,

I come against candy in the name of Jesus. I bind up laziness and rebuke Tom's Vinegar and Salt chips. Please give me strength to overcome at least 10lbs by the end of the month. All these things I ask in Your Son's Name.

Amen.

SOMEBODY SAY, "HALLELOO!"

DAY 1: I QUIT

I was done yesterday. My mind just not in the 30-day Thrust anymore. Yesterday, after some conflict with the boo (my emotional weight), I plopped down on the sofa with a bowl of leftover Valentines' Day chocolate. I don't keep junk food in my house so, that's all I could find. With a bruised heart, I could have gone for some butter pecan ice cream.


After venting to my bestie about my relationship issues, I declared that 3-DT was over before it started. Confused and disappointed, she put on her cheerleading outfit and encouraged me.

Betsie: "Why don't you want to do it."
Me: "My head's not in it."
Bestie: "Why did you want to do in in the first place?'
Me: "Because I wanted to challenge myself. I need the blog so I can hold myself accountable."
Bestie: "Well then stick to that...You can't say you're going to challenge yourself and give up before it starts. That's not a challenge."


Getting dressed for work this morning made me sad. I've had these slacks and blouse for about three years. I was more upset when I struggled to button my pants than the last time I stepped on the scale. Tight clothes make me sad because I feel like I work really hard to be healthy.

I'm frustrated with my body and I need to see results. I plan to work hard for them. I will spend more time at the gym than I do at the table.



Follow me.

Encourage me.

Love me.