I was laying in bed trying to decide if it was possible for me to cram before my final exam and have time to exercise. But to be honest, I wasn't really interested in exercising.
With it being finals week, I resigned myself to being in a time crunch and I accepted that I would have to sacrifice something. Sleep would not be on the chopping block. I finally convinced myself to leave the warm comfort of the bed to take care of my morning bathroom business... and to weigh myself. Just out of curiosity. I wasn't expecting any news.
Stepping on the scale TWICE just to confirm... 269.
I am jumping around ecstatically, enthused for my next workout (once I find my pants). SERIOUSLY?!?! The other day I was thinking it would be a long hard journey until I saw the 60s before Christmas.
To think that I am just ten pounds away from seeing the 50s... oh jesus. MAD EXCITED.
A vow to myself:
I never want to see my weight be 27X ever again. EVER. AGAIN.
You will not weigh yourself again before Friday, just to be sure this sticks.
You will be proud of yourself, and remember this day forever.
You will appreciate how momentous this is, knowing that you did the work ALL BY YOURSELF.
And lastly, you will enjoy the rewards of hard work! Starting with better heath! Better looks. And BETTER CLOTHES :)
I love me. I am amazing.
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