The past couple days have been frustrating only because I want to see certain results. I’ve been going at this for about 6 weeks now and I feel like I should be looking different than I do. However, I am working with a new coach, on a different diet, an overall new plan and I actually think this is better than the first and yet I expect to look stage ready…like now. It is funny how hard we are on ourselves that we don’t celebrate the smaller victories.
Take my arms for example. They are still measly little arms but in the last month they grew a whole inch. Not only that, I can see my shoulders starting to develop. I mean, I can only really see my arms shaping up when I move them a certain way, but the point is that wasn’t there before. High five!
Or how about the fact that I’ve been waking up every morning at 5:30 to do my cardio and then come home after work to lift. At my first check in my coach wanted me to now do two sessions of cardio, one in the morning and the other at night, on top of my weights. I’m more than half way through with the week and I haven’t thought twice about it. I’d say that’s a victory.
Today at work we had a potluck and everyone brought everything I love. I swear they all got together, figured out my favorite foods and brought it all in to torture me but I didn’t budge. I wanted to and I almost had anxiety over it, but I stayed true to my goals. That is not just a victory, that calls for a celebration!