11:45am - Mornings are still rough for me. Even though I am getting up earlier, I still find myself feeling anxious and nervous at the start of the day. Steve is getting better at recognizing when it's more than just wanting to sleep in a little extra and has found a gentle way to encourage me out of bed. I hope the medication will kick in and take the edge off this challenge for me. Night time has become a pleasant time of letting my mind wind down, and getting to sleep without having to be completely exhausted, so something is happening. I feel so much more at ease & am feeling hopeful.
Today's workout has to be done solo. Steve is already off to work, and I will be leaving for an audition before he gets home. I'm already starting to feel a difference in the way my body feels. I'm sore, but feeling tighter, more in control, more aware of my muscles and posture. My appetite is less. Who knows if it's from the prozac or if it's will power. I don't really care, whatever works to get me closer to the goal.
10:15pm
woowee, we finished day 6 at around 9:15. I went straight to the shower, redfaced and legs hurting all the way up the steps, but we did it! Tomorrow is a rest/stretch day, week one is pretty much in the bag. 84 days to go!
Oh and Mackenzie told me I look skinny today, yeah, it was only the fact that my super sports bra was smooshing boobs down so I looked thinner, but I'll take it.
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