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Hey everyone, I'm new to the forum but excited about all the possibilites and the support you guys offer. I don't know where to start with this diary thing since I've never been very good with the whole keeping a journal thing but I figure I'd just tell you all the basics. I'm 22, a student, and I've just recently begun my battle with the bulge about a week ago. To aid my weight loss, I've been exercising 6 days a week, twice a day.
In the morning I focus on cardio for about an hour and a half, and in the late afternoon, early evenings, I do about 35-40 minutes of weight training. I feel better already, and have improved my energy levels...but the only thing that's putting a damper on my parade is my fear of the scale. Based on what I weighed as of Jan. 29th, I'm 190lbs, down from my high of 214lbs just 2 months ago.
I'm really happy with the 24lb weight loss I managed, but now that I've decided to actively take steps in changing my life, I've become terrified of the scale. It's the thought of hopping on that thing and seeing no change in my weight that terrifies me the most. Just this morning while I was at the gym, I was thinking to myself that I would finally get over this silly fear of the scale and weigh myself as soon as I was able to find someone on campus with a scale. I'm still thinking about this when I go to fill up my water bottle when BAM!!!, there's a scale looking right at me in the gym.
Sufficit it to say, I made a huge u-turn and headed straight to the treadmill. I couldn't do it, and with the scale right there in front me, I started to get a bit nervous. I began thinking; what if I've put in all of this hard work so far to have lost nothing or to heaven forbid, have gained weight. I can get easily discourged when I feel as though I've been working hard and no results are being seen. But I've resolved to weigh myself on February 17th and see where I am at in my weight loss progress. I've made a promise to myself not to let the numbers on the scale discourage me from getting the body I've always dreamed of. Let's just hope that when the 17th rolls around, I don't chicken out again.
Hey everyone, I'm new to the forum but excited about all the possibilites and the support you guys offer. I don't know where to start with this diary thing since I've never been very good with the whole keeping a journal thing but I figure I'd just tell you all the basics. I'm 22, a student, and I've just recently begun my battle with the bulge about a week ago. To aid my weight loss, I've been exercising 6 days a week, twice a day.
In the morning I focus on cardio for about an hour and a half, and in the late afternoon, early evenings, I do about 35-40 minutes of weight training. I feel better already, and have improved my energy levels...but the only thing that's putting a damper on my parade is my fear of the scale. Based on what I weighed as of Jan. 29th, I'm 190lbs, down from my high of 214lbs just 2 months ago.
I'm really happy with the 24lb weight loss I managed, but now that I've decided to actively take steps in changing my life, I've become terrified of the scale. It's the thought of hopping on that thing and seeing no change in my weight that terrifies me the most. Just this morning while I was at the gym, I was thinking to myself that I would finally get over this silly fear of the scale and weigh myself as soon as I was able to find someone on campus with a scale. I'm still thinking about this when I go to fill up my water bottle when BAM!!!, there's a scale looking right at me in the gym.
Sufficit it to say, I made a huge u-turn and headed straight to the treadmill. I couldn't do it, and with the scale right there in front me, I started to get a bit nervous. I began thinking; what if I've put in all of this hard work so far to have lost nothing or to heaven forbid, have gained weight. I can get easily discourged when I feel as though I've been working hard and no results are being seen. But I've resolved to weigh myself on February 17th and see where I am at in my weight loss progress. I've made a promise to myself not to let the numbers on the scale discourage me from getting the body I've always dreamed of. Let's just hope that when the 17th rolls around, I don't chicken out again.
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