Forgive me blog, it's been 4 months since my last confession. I sometimes go quite a while without having either the need or the desire to write. Simply don't have the energy to convey anything worthwhile. The words refuse me. And then like switch getting flipped they come back. Probably has something to do with the depression. Or maybe it's just my brain not wanting to work terribly hard. But I digress or something. Onward to the point.
I have now logged 339 workouts. I've completed a few more than that I know. I didn't start actively logging them until after a month or three. Wasn't sure there was a point and I absolutely knew I was going to quit because I always quit. Especially when it got hard or inconvenient. So 339 is a pretty damn exciting number for me. When I started I didn't think I'd make it past 3. Then six. Then 16. And I kept going. Crazy thing is, now I'm pretty much addicted to to it. I take two days off every week only because my body demands it.
Yep, I'm still fat. Still have a long way to go before I hit a goal. But I have collarbones now. I haven't seen those in years. I have gone from a 6 or 7X shirt to being able to fit in a 4. Same with pants. I've actually had to buy new clothes because, well, the opposite of the reason I'm used to having. If I could get a handle on the diet I would probably lose more but that's a constant struggle.
http://bodyspace.bodybuilding.com/rainhoward/
Here you can see what I every week. I log my workouts every day when I get home. It's helpful and motivating to be able to look back at what I've done.
