So today something happened that marked an increase in my dedication over last year. I went to the gym for the fourth consecutive day in a row. Usually three is my limit. But today I went and actually put some effort into my workout. Unfortunately I had to cut it short at 45 minutes(which is still longer than my minimum goal) due to nausea. As in I was in serious danger of vomiting, nausea. Let me be clear, I hate to vomit. Bulimia will never ever ever be a concern for me. Which I guess in the end is a good thing. So I stopped and went home.
And on top of that I battled down a variety of cravings. First I passed up the Hot Sign twice. I mean, seriously, whoever thought to put a Krispy Kreme across the street from a gym was depraved. And then I had a huge craving for pizza. It was so strong I could almost taste it. But I have already eaten out my three meals this week so I made myself some chicken instead. It was nowhere near as satisfying as cheesy pizza, but it took away the hunger. I finally feel like I'm making changes and sacrifices. I feel like I'm starting to settle into my new routine. I'm kind of excited about it.
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