And there will be Gasping And Wheezing...
So.
Change in diet plan= maintain current weight.
Up the cardio exercise by way of trampoline and faster walks=maintain current weight.
Sitting still and eating accordingly=maintain weight.
I've found out where they've hidden the exercise room in the complex (right over the leasing office).
I get paid tomorrow.
Tonight, after work, I will be going shopping for:
A pair of running shoes.
A couple pairs of jog shorts.
A couple of sports bras.
A pair of sweats.
It's time to step it up, and although I'll walk out in the wild world, I'm not comfortable enough to run there yet. It's that whole 'I still have rolls of flesh in bad places and big bouncy breasts that don't quit' thing, yanno? If it were just the breasts or just the extra rollage, I'd feel less weird about it.
Yes, I know, I have really messed up body issues on some things.
Since you have to have an ID to get the key to the exercise room...that means a lot less people, and maybe none at all during the time I'd go, to deal with. Which will help me be less 'oh god please don't look at me right now'. Which means I'll be less likely to quit what I'm doing.
So, there will be running. Maybe tonight if I shop fast enough. If not, it starts tomorrow. The actual running probably won't last very long at the moment, thanks to asthma and lack of stamina, but...gotta start somewhere. And waiting for twenty pounds to drop so it's easier on the body doesn't look like it's an option.
This shit is coming off. End of story.
Change in diet plan= maintain current weight.
Up the cardio exercise by way of trampoline and faster walks=maintain current weight.
Sitting still and eating accordingly=maintain weight.
I've found out where they've hidden the exercise room in the complex (right over the leasing office).
I get paid tomorrow.
Tonight, after work, I will be going shopping for:
A pair of running shoes.
A couple pairs of jog shorts.
A couple of sports bras.
A pair of sweats.
It's time to step it up, and although I'll walk out in the wild world, I'm not comfortable enough to run there yet. It's that whole 'I still have rolls of flesh in bad places and big bouncy breasts that don't quit' thing, yanno? If it were just the breasts or just the extra rollage, I'd feel less weird about it.
Yes, I know, I have really messed up body issues on some things.
Since you have to have an ID to get the key to the exercise room...that means a lot less people, and maybe none at all during the time I'd go, to deal with. Which will help me be less 'oh god please don't look at me right now'. Which means I'll be less likely to quit what I'm doing.
So, there will be running. Maybe tonight if I shop fast enough. If not, it starts tomorrow. The actual running probably won't last very long at the moment, thanks to asthma and lack of stamina, but...gotta start somewhere. And waiting for twenty pounds to drop so it's easier on the body doesn't look like it's an option.
This shit is coming off. End of story.