I have been trying really hard the past few months to get in shape and try to lose weight, or at least fat. So far I’ve built a ton of muscle, which leaves me at the same weight, but I’m in much better shape than I was, say, six months ago. Muscle weighs more than fat, so I just have to keep telling myself that for the amount of muscle I’ve gained, to not have gained ANY weight, I’ve had to have lost a bit of fat. I see a difference in my body, but it’s hard to feel good when our culture has trained us to live by the numbers on the scale.
This last week, I worked out 6 days in a row. Monday I did my at home work out, Tuesday was Body Pump, Wednesday I went to the gym and worked out on the Arc Trainer, then the Treadmill, Thursday was Body Pump, Friday I did the Arc Trainer, Treadmill and Bike, and Saturday was the same as Friday. Today is Sunday, and it’s my day off!
Tomorrow I will probably go to the gym in the morning, then it’s off to San Antonio for the week. Next Saturday (6 days from now) we’re going to the wedding of Jeremiah’s best friend, where Matthew is going to be the ring-bearer. I’m excited but I’m so nervous that Matthew won’t behave. I’ll just have to wait and see I suppose. Usually when I go to SA, I don’t work out and end up feeling like crap about myself. Well I finally did my research, found out there’s a YMCA right by my sister’s house that I can go to. Yay! That means I’ll only miss about 2 days of workouts (because of the wedding stuff & working at the church) instead of 6 or 7. Yay!