I’m depressed because I’m fat, I’m fat because I’m depressed.
I’m basically Rob Kardashian right now.
I am more frustrated and conflicted than ever. Around the second week of January, I started following a weightlifting program, loosely supervised by a trainer. I say loosely because she gives me the exercises and I do them by myself, and check in with her every two weeks. I’ve been doing really well with my strength workouts and doing them regularly, about 3-4 times a week. My strength is improving pretty quickly, and I’m seeing more definition in my legs and arms. My arms feel like they are getting huge; I don’ t know if that’s good or bad.
Food-wise, I’m off an on. At first, I was perfect as I could be. But after four weeks of being strict and not seeing any changes, I fell off the wagon. Spent a week eating whatever I wanted. And I’m still the same. So here we are, 6 weeks of this, my weight is UP. I know, muscle weighs more than fat, yada yada. But I should still be seeing the scale fall even as I put on muscle. I haven’t been doing enough cardio, so maybe that’s it.
Things I need to do:
– more cardio
– figure out the diet
Outside of the gym, I’m kinda bored with my life. I’m looking for a new job. And this record amount of snow is making life suck more than you’d think. I can’t walk to & from work like I normally do. I’m stuck in my windowless office all day at work because it’s too snowy or cold to take midday walk breaks. Driving 2 miles to the gym sometimes takes me over 30 minutes (each way) when you combine snowy roads + rush hour. Social events keep getting cancelled, everyone is trapped inside, and even when we do go outside the sun is completely covered up. I’ve got the Snow Sads. Sorry to bring it all negative, but I just wanted to let you all know that I’m still here, still kicking around. Just a few. more. weeks. til Spring…. hopefully things should brighten up.