Won’t lie to you, I’m discouraged and angry at myself this morning. As I got up and went to the bathroom this morning, I looked at myself shirtless in the mirror and noticed my gut was hanging a little more than it did last week. Then I hopped on the scale. It read 250lbs. I am pissed at myself. My goal was 235 or less. I can’t believe this and I’m honestly angry at myself for this.
As a positive, I have lifted weights 3-5 times a week for 3 weeks this month. My legs and arms look bigger and there is increased definition in my chest. I really hope that muscle is the 5 pound gain but it still upsets me. It upsets me because I know I consumed more bread and french fries than what I wanted to. Not because of craving but because “I did so well last month that it shouldn’t hurt”. Now look at me. This sucks, man! My emotions are going crazy over this!
I set a goal. That goal was 215 lbs by 12-31-19. I gave myself 4 months to lose 40lbs. I want to hit the goal. It will be a testament of my will power, discipline, dedication and execution. Not sure if 215 is even possible now, but I’m not wavering on that being the finish line. I’m definitely not stopping, but I must go harder. I’m also going to weight myself in the middle of the month. It’s time to put it all together.