It’s a boring title, I know. It really doesn’t tell you anything. But, it’s all I could come up with on the fly. I’ve been working on my transformation for four consecutive days. I began on Saturday, April 2. Today is Tuesday, April 5.
Once again, I woke up late. My alarm had been set early enough and the second alarm should have jarred me. Instead, I woke up an hour after the first alarm and a half hour after the second. But I couldn’t just roll out of bed and slip into my workout clothes. No. I’m one of those people who has to work my way out of bed. It’s more of a mental tug of war type of thing. I lie there telling myself to get up, but the warmth of my covers and comfort of my pillows keep me glued in position for another five to ten minutes. Then my brain begins to think up excuses to not get up, like: “It’s too late now, might as well just stay in bed until it’s time to get ready for work.” Or “I’ll just take today off from the workout and resume tomorrow.”
But I know myself. If I let today slip, then what would stop me from letting tomorrow slip, and the day after? History has proven this to be my pattern and why my weight has rocketed out of control and my health declined. Then, five more minutes later, I found myself drifting to sleep again. I reached for the lamp and turned it on. The light somehow triggered my brain that it was time to pop into action. I finally managed to crawl out of bed after fifteen minutes of coaxing myself.
Finally at the gym, I engage in the 30 minute workout circuit. Just two days prior, I could only get through half of the circuit before collapsing in full body pain with my heart pumping out of my chest. Today, I completed the entire circuit (Yay!) with lots of sweat and an accelerated but controlled heart rate. I continued with an upper body workout using the weights. By the time I was done, I’d had a full 45-minute workout, dripping with sweat. In just four consecutive days of “movement,” I advanced from only being able to handle 15-20 minutes of a workout (before feeling like death was upon me) to a full 45-minute workout (feeling exhilarated at some point afterward).
But now I’m hungry. Actually, almost nauseous. I let the cold air hit me and I basked in it for a moment. It helped with the nausea. I needed to eat but I told myself I’d wait until I got home. But since I arrived at the gym later than planned and worked out longer than planned, it was much later than I anticipated and I only had fifteen minutes to shower, shampoo and shine for work.
Still hungry and nauseous, I arrived at work, energized. I’m about to eat eggs and turkey to get some protein into my system (along with a healthy dose of coffee — busy day at work). I’m hoping tomorrow, the ritual to get out of bed takes less time .