I'm constantly reminded of how easy it would be to go back to my old ways. You would think that once you get in a routine, it would be easier to stay in that routine. I've been working out 4 days a week since the beginning of August and can still hear that voice that screams at me in my head,
"You don't have to work out today.....I know you're tired....Take a day off...."
Why must it be so incessant? You would think that voice would be nothing more than a whisper. Mentally, I know what it was like at my heaviest with constant aches and pains. I remember being mortified having to buy new pants yet again since I was bursting out of the ones I owned and how depressing it was going to the store and even finding a pair that would fit. And yet I also remember how convenient it was to just say,
"Screw it all, I'm eating whatever the hell I want and being a couch potato."
Will this forever be a mental game that plays in my head? I hope that not only am I able to reach my ultimate goal but that I am able to maintain the weight and stay on track with new fitness goals and achievements. I hope to be able to say yes to completing a half marathon, or even a marathon one day. I hope to help my 9 year old get in better shape so he doesn't get teased for being "the big" kid, even though he's more stocky than fat.
There are so many things I hope for, and yet I am terrified of going back to my old ways. It would be such an easy transition. I don't want to be a failure to my son. Failing at being the person to help guide him into the right direction is not an option.