No, it didn't hurt. Well, not physically anyway.
Emotionally?
Yeah, like hitting a wall, going 60 mph.
I know I'm overweight. I know my BMI is high.
My excuses have been carrying me along.
My motivation lacking. My willpower in the toilet.
No more. (shhhh, I know I've said that before)
Nothing like a stranger pinching your skin,
in a few embarassing places,
and then writing down a number that falls into the
"fat/obsese" category of the graph.
So. Plan on seeing me more accountable soon. Like, real soon.
There's a Tri-Healthalon at work between now and end of April.
Prizes and all that. Working out regularly, blood pressure 3x week.
Not motivating in itself, but seeing a LOWER body comp percentage by then? heck yeah!
Bring on the new me in 2013!
Now, someone tell my sweet tooth, will you?
