I looked at the heading for this series I’ve started. 7 weeks! And nothing to show for it. SEVEN WEEKS and nothing to show for it – not a pound lighter, not an inch smaller (I don’t think – also reminds me today is measurements day).
I’m disappointed in myself. 7 weeks ago I intended to do so much more. Each day comes along and I don’t. I feel like I’m going to look back when I’m 60 and not have done anything I wanted to… I’m very upset with myself.
This week I have an appointment with a CHT. I’m excited b/c the last time I worked with a CHT I quit smoking. This time, I want to get rid of my anxiety in all of my life and not care what others think of me and doing so should increase my focus and concentration as well as allow me to lose weight by enabling me to just do it. Right now, I’m so paralyzed by fear in my own life that I don’t do the things I should.
I’m going to cut my workouts down b/c I’m not getting anything done. I’m going to ride a bike for 30 minutes and do the PUP. I’m not going to worry about Cize right now – if I have the time during the day then I’ll do Cize.