I hate being sick
I have a cold now. I met with my trainer last night and wasn't feeling 100% but still tried to give it my 100%. We checked my progress now that we're halfway through our training sessions. I've lost some weight, lost some inches, not so much lost on the body fat. She claims its average but somehow I feel like I have failed. Even though I have been working my ass off. Yeah, there has been progress but it still seems like piddly compared to the exertion I've been putting forth. It makes me feel sad. So, we're starting fat burn supplements this week, as soon as my cold simmers down slightly. And she is going to work me three times as hard. I better be ready because our sessions have already *been* hard. I'm sca-wed.
I feel the few drinks I had Saturday night and the subsequent snacks (nothing too hideous, some fig newtons, nuts)to derail alcohol consumption has undermined me. Shame on me, trying to have fun! HA! Why can't I just be skinny so I can get on with my fucking life?
I feel the few drinks I had Saturday night and the subsequent snacks (nothing too hideous, some fig newtons, nuts)to derail alcohol consumption has undermined me. Shame on me, trying to have fun! HA! Why can't I just be skinny so I can get on with my fucking life?