Day 5 of 21

Failure again. I'm almost at a 50% failure rate now, great. I blame work!!!

I didn't end up leaving work until stupid 7:22pm. Got home about 7:45pm, was starving so made me some dinner. Then my TV show is on at 9pm, then I thought I had plans at 10pm but then didn't, so I could have gone then, but staying late at work had put me in a mood. So I didn't go. Gahhh!

This sucks, man. Josh says going every single day is too lofty a goal. I said I already said I would on my blog so now I have to, haha! But yeah, lofty it is. I was going to get up at 7am today (HAH!) and go do it before I come to work since I can come in "late", but who was I kidding - didn't wake up til 8:30am again like usual.

So I'm faced with not wanting to work out too early or too late. Well, lateness can't really be avoided when it comes to being stuck at work late. I mean, I could have gone right after work and maybe started working out at 8pm. Then I'm there on the machine til 9:10pm (no, I don't want to cut the workout). Then I'm home around 9:30pm. But let's not forget all this time I'm starving, pissed, and my whole day has been nothing but work work work, work(out) work(out) work(out). Fun times! NOT.

So here I am, having missed 2 of 5 days. Today is day 6. It's also Friday. For an abundance of reasons, I do not want to go workout today. For part of that same abundance of reasons, I won't be able to go tomorrow. So here I am on day 6 realizing that I have completely failed my 21 day challenge.

Also does anyone read this in any sort of consistent fashion (other than me telling you hey I posted)? I've only gotten 1 "reminder" about going to the gym since posting my please-ask-me-about-going-to-the-gym post. I fear that by Sunday I'll have given up entirely and be back in my I'll-just-be-lazy-instead-kthxbye funk again. Sigh.

Oh, I guess I do have a few positives. My weight has been holding steady around 173.2 - 173.6 all week, go me. My jeans no longer force my belly to protrude in any sort of horrible muffin-top fashion. I had battled the muffin-top successfully earlier on, but it would still sort of jut out (just not hang over), making any tight-fitting tops a no-no. Well, tight fitting tops, I can wear you again. Just you know, not any smaller sizes. My tight fitting size Large tops, here I come. Medium, you're next. Small - well I can only dream of that, but honestly I think my bone structure is too large to accommodate a small. But I think I could look hot in a Medium at my goal weight (135 - keep in mind the larger frame and height!) and maybe it would even appear as though I had a Small. I also fit this clingy top I bought last year in a freaking XL (XL my butt - no, don't extra-large-ify my butt!) this morning. But I have some scabs and scars on my back that it showed (keyhole back - is that work appropriate or not? I couldn't tell today), so I didn't wear it. But hey, it fit! And it didn't look like crap! 160's, I'ma getchoo.