Woke up early and went to Boot Camp with my Son. My Son is tall and skinny, but he wanted to go to support me which was awesome. Needless to say we walked out of the class with both of us feeling like our legs were going to fall out from underneath us, but we both felt accomplished.
I was upset while looking in the mirror of the class. Here I am 34 years old and the fattest one in the class. Yes, I said fat! I felt like a whale compared to everyone else, and I was probably one of the younger ones in the class. I was mortified when I had to do everything low impact, and there are women in their 50s kicking butt and taking names. Reality hit me. I can't be 234lbs with a 5'7" frame!
My Son said something that really hit home today as well. Here I was complaining about being so fat, and my Son says to me..."Mom, you always lose some weight and then you look at yourself and think you are so fat. Then you get discouraged and gain it all back." Mind you my Son is only 13, but apparently a very observant 13 year old, who basically just told me to stop discouraging myself and keep on going. He made me feel like I could do it, but I had to stop battling myself and push forward. There is no instant gratification in the weight loss business.
I didn't pig out at dinner, and I didn't put myself into a carb coma, so I am proud of that. I did eat a piece of pie with whip cream, but that was really my only downfall all day. So I am pretty happy with my will power tonight, but time to get back in the groove and keep on keeping on in the morning.
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