Crazy 8 / Motivation Required
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, 04-30-2013 at 05:09 PM (2100 Views)
I didn't get the 3 week stall like most folks get, but I have gotten an 8 week stall. My scale has ping-ponged the same 5 pounds for over a week.
I'm not devastated or anything. Until now the weight has been steadily coming off, and I figure it's got to start coming off again sooner or later- all I have is time. But I am disappointed that I haven't been making a conscious effort to be active, because I know that would help tremendously.
At times I don't understand the human mind, especially mine. When I am regularly active, I LOVE it, I really do. I love a good workout, I love workout music, I love to dance, and push myself to my limits, to see what I still have in me. I know that when I am regularly active, I don't get depressed or wishy washy, I don't get aches (not the bad ones anyway ) I don't get constipated, I don't get short tempered, I sleep better, I feel better, my brain is more efficient and reliable, my lungs breathe better, my pores get cleaned & my skin detoxified, I feel strong and capable, and ready to take on the world!
But MAN that first step is a female dog! Why is it that I know I will love it and know that I will reap nothing but benefits, but I can't seem to get motivated?! I even prepare everything the night before and have every intention of following through, but the next morning, I feel like I have a cinder block in my pants.
You know what I think? I think I am sick of my workouts. I have been using the same old DVDs and equipment and walking trail for about 3 or 4 years now.
I believe I will sign up for some Zumba at the city activity center or something. First I will have to make a T-shirt that says, "Don't worry, my face just gets really red. In spite of appearances I am not about to have a stroke." because I last time I did Zumba, the instructor kept (discreetly & politely) nudging me toward easier movements, but the easier movements weren't as fun as the regular movements, and by the time the class was over, my face & neck were so flushed red and my eyes were so blood shot that I looked like I had been standing on my head for an hour. lmao I was going to compliment the instructor on a great class, but when I saw my tomato-head in the mirror, I skipped outta there.
Does anyone else go through this? Not the red face lol, but the need for a kick in the pants even though you know for a fact you'll feel absolutely great once you do it?