Working it out.
Wednesday, March 25th, 2009Why does it seem that it’s on the nights when I workout the hardest, and eat the best that I am the most anxious to see the fruits of my labor? Obviously, I will not see how this particular day impacts my look, weight or measurements for some time. But it seems the high I feel from doing so well, crashes when I disrobe and see not much has changed just yet. I know, I know, be patient and I will eventually see the results. But my boyfriend returns from vacation in just a few days and I would love for him to immediately notice a difference and hear his positive feedback. Bless him, he loves me as I am. And maybe this inner desire of mine is just shallow, but he will be leaving soon for the Navy and I would like his last image of me to be the best.
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