"I WILL NEVER GET THIS FAT AGAIN!"
"I WILL NEVER GET THIS FAT AGAIN!" "I WILL NEVER GET THIS FAT AGAIN!"
"I WILL NEVER GET THIS FAT AGAIN!"
"I WILL NEVER GET THIS FAT AGAIN!"
"I WILL NEVER LET MYSELF GET THIS OUT OF SHAPE AGAIN!"
"I WILL NEVER LET MYSELF GET THIS OUT OF SHAPE AGAIN!"
"I WILL NEVER LET MYSELF GET THIS OUT OF SHAPE AGAIN!"
"I WILL NEVER LET MYSELF GET THIS OUT OF SHAPE AGAIN!"
"I WILL NEVER LET MYSELF GET THIS OUT OF SHAPE AGAIN!"
These were my final words spoken as I lay on my yoga mat holding my Body Bar across my chest. I had just finished doing about thirty minutes of boxing on our punching man, both kicks and punches, and now I was looking to finish with some simple weighted sit-ups. As I raised and lowered my legs to the floor simultaneously pulling the bar over my head I could feel my lower abdominal muscles shredding. The burn had graduated to a tearing sensation that had me counting each rep as if my life depended on it. In the background, the Duffy song played...
"you got me begging you for mercy"
"why won't you release me?"
"you got me begging you for mercy"
"why won't you release me?"Funny, the song is about a relationship but in the moment it seems to perfectly apply to my situation. (Note to self: Add Mercy to workout playlist.) I do two sets of fifteen reps (remembering how I used to do three sets of thirty and with a heavier bar) before dropping the bar over my chest, panting loudly, and echoing in my mind the words..."I WILL NEVER LET MYSELF GET THIS OUT OF SHAPE AGAIN!" "I WILL NEVER LET MYSELF GET THIS OUT OF SHAPE AGAIN!" I seriously just want to finish so I can go eat. I have prepared myself Tilapia in a lime marinade with some Moroccan cous cous (my only carb of the day) and some greens. This is the exact same meal I had yesterday since I am trying to keep with the fish meal twice a week thing. I must confess that I am less than enthused at tonight's dinner selection, but know it is guaranteed to keep me from gaining weight. The fish is good, but just a little mundane the second time around.
I'm still thinking about the whole drug discussion of the past two days. One more reason to be honked off at the pharmaceuticals...I am pretty sure the affects of my Metrformin are/have worn off. Thank God I am doing the medicine in tandem with diet and exercise because if I had to rely on the drug alone I'd be as big as a battleship. The first few weeks I saw an immediate affect and drop in pounds. Now I am working nearly twice as hard with lesser results. I've read that your body gets used to it and you have to have the dosage adjusted to maintain its effectiveness, but that most likely means an increase in dosage (something I don't welcome). I was really hoping to be further along than twenty pounds before having to consider such a fact. I will need to schedule a follow-up appointment to see how my body is responding to the medication and see where my levels are at. That's on my To-Do list. Regardless, we are moving in the right direction and I am grateful for the twenty pounds. I just love how I could double my weight in five years, but can't half it (even with medication) nearly as fast.
I have really been towing the line this week and I am hoping to sneak in an additional pound or two of weight loss aside from the three pounds I needed to remove from having been sick. So far I have effectively gotten rid of the three pounds, but nothing additional. Let's hope for some good news for Tuesday. Till next time I'll leave you with the tune I dedicated to my body Duffy Video
"There's no easy way out. If there were, I would have bought it. And believe me, it would be one of my favorite things!" -Oprah Winfrey about fitness
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