Working it All Out

This morning's gym session was much easier than I thought it would be. I find myself feeling a little bit sorry I only have 2 gym days this week (as I have clinic on Thurs & Fri and I blew Mon). This is odd. I have totally re-associated going to the gym with a feeling of well being and taking care of myself. This is something I've been trying to do for years. How did it happen? Perserverance? Motivation? Not sure, but I think it has something to do with having my health and hence, my freedom, threatened.

In any case, I'm just on the cusp of getting it right. I just need to sort my diet, but I'm done with putting ridiculous amounts of pressure on myself. I want it to come naturally and smoothly - like the gym did. I will concentrate on that feeling of well being over the next few weeks and keep udpating my progress here on this very blog.

The last piece of this Tammy Puzzle of course is weighing in. I haven't weighed in yet because I don't want to lose focus - remember, MISS the POINT? I have a tendancy to do that. I know my diet wasn't the best in the US and it hasn't been perfect since I got back. I am getting better and better every day. And whilst I can honestly say I haven't overindulged, I haven't denied myself when I really really wanted a biscuit or a latte. I've been "taking it easy."

I suspect the scales will reflect this half way attitude, but I'm pleased that the gym has kept me in my clothes anyway. They all seem to still fit the same. All the loose stuff is still loose and all the smaller stuff still fits. Thank God! I feel the tide is turning and I am blessed.