Sunday I did absolutely nothing. Just rested. Monday I helped my pops out with some work on the rooftop of the 'family owned property'. It's being rented out to a clinic that performs births. If you saw a hospital here, you'd know why people pay to go to a clinic to give birth. Yesterday (TUesday) I went out for a beer with my pops. Lot of pops lately. Today, we're going to Athens to hopefully complete my paperwork for citizenship. I'm super excited! Last week we went for two days and it was pure awesomeness. There were strikes, tear gas, acropolis visits, and lots of food.
WARNING! Dramaqueen rant whine vent: I consider myself extremely fortunate that I got on the scale this morning and it read 103kg. I haven't been to the gym in well over a week, I mean some days I've been pretty active, but a couple days I didn't move a muscle. I know what the problem is...whats the point of working out at all? For a stretch of three weeks, I was going twice a day, then I realized that it wasn't making any difference if I went once a day or once a week. I think I may have burned myself out with all this fitness stuff. But the other thing is when am I going to be satisfied? Results take time and if I continue to go to the gym, my belly will be gone maybe by sept? It sucks. I want to take a picture of a skinny me on the beach SOOOOOOOOOOOO bad.......ugh, and I have to wait that long? Obviously it's not the lifestyle change that's important to me, hence why I say I haven't improved that much psychologically. What's at heart for me though are my constant mood swings...right now I'd love to workout, five minutes from now I'll go lay down and sleep and fuck the gym.........ugh...confusion..whatev....
WARNING! Dramaqueen rant whine vent: I consider myself extremely fortunate that I got on the scale this morning and it read 103kg. I haven't been to the gym in well over a week, I mean some days I've been pretty active, but a couple days I didn't move a muscle. I know what the problem is...whats the point of working out at all? For a stretch of three weeks, I was going twice a day, then I realized that it wasn't making any difference if I went once a day or once a week. I think I may have burned myself out with all this fitness stuff. But the other thing is when am I going to be satisfied? Results take time and if I continue to go to the gym, my belly will be gone maybe by sept? It sucks. I want to take a picture of a skinny me on the beach SOOOOOOOOOOOO bad.......ugh, and I have to wait that long? Obviously it's not the lifestyle change that's important to me, hence why I say I haven't improved that much psychologically. What's at heart for me though are my constant mood swings...right now I'd love to workout, five minutes from now I'll go lay down and sleep and fuck the gym.........ugh...confusion..whatev....