The best thing about my trainer is she used to be overweight. Why is that the best thing? She gets it. She understands it's not easy. She understands that you'll fail. She understands that you'll quit. But, she also understands that you'll get back up and try it again. And, eventually, that last try will come and you will succeed b
On Tuesday, yesterday, she told me to do 150 sit-ups and a 20 minute walk as my Wednesday workout at home. After church, I ate dinner. Then, I went for my 20 minute walk (today's distance, 1 mile) and attempted my sit-ups.
Honesty moment: before I started, I gave up. I decided in my mind that I could not do 150 sit-ups so I didn't even attempt one. I failed myself in my thinking. Instead of simply following directions, I did 150 crunches. That wasn't even a challenge. I laughed at myself being lazy. I then got in the bed and kept thinking about how I failed myself. I texted Keriki to tell her how I failed myself (she's fit and hot like a model, I hate her. She knows it too.). Of course I got the Spelman woman pep talk so, I guilted myself into doing 50 Sit-ups. It didn't even take long ... 6 minutes and 23 seconds, smh.
However, I hated how I felt. I felt grotesquely obese. It was hard. I couldn't even do 1 perfectly neat situp. I couldn't take it. I didn't like it. It was all mental. It was all in my head. I'm now determined to perfect my situp. I am challenging myself to do at least 50 sit-ups every night until they're "easy". . . Until they're routine. Because, I've never felt that way. And, I didn't like it one bit.
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