Six weeks into 12 week workout program (ChaLean Extreme in case you were wondering).

I can bicep curl 10 pounds more than I could the first week.

Pounds lost: ZERO!!!

My clothes fit.....exactly the same.

Not exactly the results I was hoping for.

Sigh.

Starting much stricter eating program this week. As well as adding in extra cardio workouts.

I am on day three and I would kill for a chocolate chip cookie right now. And have no cheat meals until the weekend.

My name is now officially Ravenous Crankypants. Meet ya at Krispy Kreme.

I know better, but why don't I DO better....

I have so much fabric and so many patterns. I keep buying more. I rarely sew these days, though I often go into the sewing room to flip through the patterns and pet the fabric.

I am severely unsatisfied with my current body. And therefore refuse to use any of my fabric to make anything for this body. Both because I don't want to "waste" good fabric on something that will hopefully be much too big sometime soon in the future. And because I don't want to "reward" this body with something nice that it doesn't deserve (not to mention the disappointment I feel when I do make something and it doesn't magically transform me into gorgeousness by virtue of the fact that supposedly it fits better than store stuff. Although fitting has become its own challenge as I am increasingly dissatisfied with my ability in that regard. But that is a whole other post).

Both of these ideas are utterly ridiculous. I know this. I do.

And yet, the fabric pile grows and the machine is only used for making bags and gifts for others.

I am my own worst enemy.

get your tissues....

I am in the midst of a long term weight loss/fitness adventure. Many many times I have felt discouraged or depressed about my progress, etc.

Then I saw this clip of these guys on one of the fitness blogs I read.




I will never say "I can't" again. I have absolutely no right to that phrase.