Challenge day 20 out of 21.
Mr. Briggs was busting out the overtime this morning, so I was on my own to gym at home.
I started out strong with a mile driveway jog in shoes, then a mile barefoot walk in the woods. I felt good. Lots of fresh air. That oxygen is so nice ✨
I cleaned my gym space and started a different YouTube video than yesterday.
I struggled HARD and got a half-ass workout in. I just didn’t have it in me. I tried to channel my inner Rachelle, but she just wasn’t coming in 😐 I need your energy, girl! 💛💪🏼💥
Every cell in my body is swollen and crappy feeling from my lack of self-control, eating at the open houses yesterday. I spent time talking with Adam about these feelings of total failure so late in the challenge. Like, I just killed all my hard work 😫 He reassured me that I have not killed my progress. It’s progress. I just need to keep moving forward regardless of the day I had before. Forward. Pick up and go. Progress not perfection.
So, yeah. Today. I got the miles in, cleaned my gym, moved through my workout and called it good. I showered and started to get ready for the day. But instead of getting dressed in clothes, I put my new swimsuit on and worked on my waist hooping for awhile ☺️ It’s been a long time since I’ve stepped into that big circle. We took it slow. It felt good. It made me happier than body weight training in the basement ❤️⭕️✨
My nutrition has been better today. I just have to stay busy and stay away from food. I don’t like feeling like crap. Ugh 🤢 This was the reminder I needed I suppose 🤷🏻♀️
Today is my last day before my InBody (that measures the insides of me to get the “results” of my 21 day challenge). My expectations are not high. But I can tell you that I’ve been winning this challenge all along, guys. It’s between me and the gym and no one else. There isn’t a number that could tell me otherwise ⭐️