Sometimes I feel like just giving up. I don’t feel like I will ever lose all this weight. Does anyone else go through this?
I see the success others have, losing much more than I need to, and I have a hard time believing that I will ever reach my goal. Don’t get me wrong, I think the people who have lost hundreds of pounds are amazing and I am extremely impressed by what they have achieved. I just can’t visualize myself getting to where I want to be.
I enjoy my runs. I enjoy my P90X session. I enjoy healthy foods. Why can’t I enjoy the process of losing weight? Or even just appreciate what I’m doing?
I don’t want to settle. I want to get down to my goal. I want to be happy with my body again. Maybe the large amount of weight (relatively speaking) is too daunting. Is it because it’s not easy? Do I subconsciously not want to lose weight for some reason?
There are some days I just want to give up completely but I force myself to watch what I eat or get off the couch. I also have some things going on in life that are probably affecting how I feel about everything else right now. How do you stay on track when you just want to give up?
On a different note… I just might be a crazy person. I have my first, official 5K on Saturday morning. After I get into town on Friday at 8:30 PM. What was I thinking?
Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate! <— My theme for the airports tomorrow. But man, how I hate paying for water there! Why can’t I just bring my own? Thank you terrorists. If my 5K time suffers I am totally blaming Osama bin Laden, k?
And you know what else I did? I signed up for a 5 mile run on Thanksgiving morning. Seriously… what was I thinking?
I am getting a bit nervous about my first, official 5k. What if I mess up and knock someone over at the drink station? What if my asthma acts up and I can’t run? What if I hate it? What if I love it and become a racing fiend? I’ve already looked up ideas for all the racing bibs I’ll be collecting (coasters anyone?).
The 5 mile scares me because it is 5 miles. I haven’t run 5 miles in a while. I figure if I need to walk a half mile or so near the end, it isn’t the end of the world. All that matters is I tried my best (and forgot the rest, har har har) and FINISHED. That is more than I can say for some people.
My dad will be doing the 5k with me. I tried to get my mom to sign up and just walk but I don’t think she did. She was worried that we would have to wait for her. She is so cute. I just thought since I hadn’t seen them in a year it would be a fun family thing. I am doing the 5 mile run alone. My parents are hosting Thanksgiving so I will let them prep and cook while I run my butt off.
I hear yah, feel that way all the time, despite dieting efforts for the last 39 years. just hand in there your doing alot more than alot of thin people do.