Really struggled through a 3km run this morning, which sucks because I've been doing upwards of 5kms some days without too much trouble. I also woke up exhausted and with a very dry mouth/throat which sort of makes me think all three of those might mean i'm very dehydrated. Admittedly I haven't drank much water recently so am going to try to make a point of that from now on.
Weigh day tomorrow. Hoping that the scales are kind to me for all my exercise and calorie management.
The most frustrating part of this whole thing is the time it takes. I'm a logical guy and understand fat takes time to be metabolized and actually fat loss is a much more involved process for the body than say, slimming world would have you believe but I'm still struggling with the patience.
But every time I feel this way I always ask myself what the alternative is. And actually, there isn't one. I refuse to stay unhappy, I refuse to stay unhealthy and I refuse to fail at this whole project. It is just not on the list of options. But it sure is tempting to think 'fuck it' sometimes.
Maybe I just need to man-up but I think what it really boils down to is that I am fairly furious with myself for being so health-ignorant and letting myself get to such a poor state in the first place.
I guess what I need to remember is that I am already a lot slimmer and a lot fitter than I was just 6 weeks ago, and today is one day closer to my goal than yesterday. And tomorrow, I will be another day closer.