I really have enjoyed the summer with my boys; however, swimming everyday with a 4 1/2 and 2 year old, can be quite draining - especially on the work out side of it. Tonight, after a pizza dinner and swimming all afternoon, I forced myself out on the bike...grumbling. I start my ride and 1/2 mile into I'm already in pain. Every workout this week has been progressively harder - my weekend away is really affecting me (I won't whine forever abt it, I promise) - naturally I start in with the "I'll just cut my ride short" "It won't matter this one time" "It is hot out here" bit. I was even telling myself the old people who ride "ultra" cruises (you know I only have a 7 speed cruiser) have more pimped out rides than I do. I don't know how I got off on that. It's funny, these workouts always tend to be my best. I shaved a few seconds off my pace, and the scale (even after pizza) reflected more of what I should be seeing.
I love that I can push myself through to the end and not give up during the workout - in the end it does alot for my psychie. And I'm feeling pretty good these days.
I have 29lbs left to lose. I am going to break it up into 10lb chunks, viewing it this way will make it easier to work harder toward my end goal.