a story of a lack of motivation

I know you don't want to read this but I'm writing it any way.

I've had this icky problem with a lack of motivation lately. I hopped on a scale last night...and it was an ugly ordeal. I'm not one to care TOO much about the weight but the fact is...I haven't been doing my part. I've been tired and lazy and it's starting to show.

Last night Zach and I plotted. I don't like feeling icky about myself and I was ready to kick it into gear. So, my handsome personal trainer got me out a dry erase marker and we started writing away on the mirror; goals, schedules, menus, you name it we wrote it. I was feeling better but still a little...you know....grrrrrr.

Well today has been my first day of "starting the habit". My goal is at least a 1 hour workout 5 times a week. Seeing as we are busy and there aren't many sidewalks around us, we decided I better go before he heads to work at 6 every morning.

I got up this morning at 4:40am and got to the gym at 5. I ran 3.2 miles and did some resistance training. It felt great and I'm only a little tired.

15 pounds....you'll be gone before I can say marathon!

Sorry for the "self image" yada yada yada post. I hate writing them. I only do in attempts to make me that much more accountable. If you did end up reading this, thanks. You are helping out so much!

I think each week I'm going to post a little about the progress. Pictures throughout the week in hopes that'll keep me going. Here's to a better, happier, more disciplined, toned ME!!