I watched the Sun rise in the gym

So, I tried posting from my phone this morning, while actually at the gym but somehow my text didn't go through. ..


But I will inform you now of my adventures this morning.

So, last night I was bound and determined to work out this morning. But I had a Communications performance, and before that I was to volunteer at our Campus' career fair. So, if I wanted to work out I was going to have to get up and exercise and shower all before 9am...

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I am NOT a morning person by all means, but last night was the most motivated I have been in a long time. So------
This morning I woke up at 6:30, only pushed my snooze button TWICE (Success) and wandered over to the gym. It almost feels like a haze now. 6 hours ago. Damn. That is normally half my day. So, I did 20 minutes of cardio and then I REALLY wanted to lift weights today, so I spent the remainder of my time pumping that iron. By the end, I felt so good and accomplished that it has sent a fantastic pace for the rest of my day.

Here is my text that I tried to send at 6:59 (CT)am.
"it is 7 in the morning and I'm at the gym. go me!

i have been so busy this week that I have had little time to work out. so i went to bed early last night and got motivated to wake up and go sweat!

more posts to come.
-Rose."

6:59!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AM

So proud.

I feel I might set a standard of this time so I can try to work out everyday, even the days I have class at 9, instead of 10:30. I feel like I am starting to get back on track after several weeks of being a lazy bum.

I appreciate all your reads and support!

-Rose.

Little Bits of Motivation (From You!)

In the last 12 days, I have not gone to the gym. This is a huge failure on my behalf. But, I'm realizing some things and after looking back on how easily it is to fall back into an unhealthy routine, it has got me fired-up again to kick some gym butt.

But, I just keep contemplating how I got so easily stuck in a non-gym rut. I had some organizational obligations for several mornings last week, but I could have easily gone to the gym in the evening. I had time to go to an aerobics class, but I couldn't muster up the energy to make it.

One thing that I have reflected on is how important my support system is to keeping up with my goals and wanted lifestyle. My morning work-out buddy and I (we'll admit) let each other slide, and therefore we both decided it was acceptable to continue missing morning workouts. 

Today we had lunch and my friend got on my ass about calling off so many workouts. I adore her for this feature. I'll admit I cancelled because I was too tired etc., but she wasn't taking my crappy excuses anymore.

Tomorrow we have a solid commitment to go work out again for the first time in almost two weeks. Good grief. Two whole weeks and I was starting to notice things go back to how they were before I started working out consistently in Mid-December. My acne on my face started acting up again, and I am feeling very edgy and moody lately as well.

I hate this feeling and what the lack of exercise is doing to me! It is like my body was going into withdraw from the missing workouts. But I loved seeing results from working out. Even if they were weight-loss results, they were still positive things that made me feel good: Having a clear face and just feeling good about life because of the numerous endorphins! I love me some endorphins! 

On another note--

I received a facebook message from an old high school friend today who praised my blog and thanked me for being her motivation to start working out at her own campus. She claimed that I had inspired her so much through this blog that she worked-out for the first time in her life. What Fantastic News! She said she felt great every time she worked out and she had falling in love with it.

It makes me glow to hear things like this from my readers. I receive compliments from my friends, fraternity brothers, and family as well as to the inspiration my blog brings and that is just another thing I feed back into myself in order to keep this project going. Knowing that I am putting myself out there and people are actually taking my posting to heart makes me feel so good about myself.

So, though I took an unexcused 2 week hiatus from my weight-loss workouts, Tomorrow I plan to get back on the horse and charge back at the plan. Even though I did falter a little, I don't see it as a reason to stop. Things happen and I know that I will have everyone's support even if I do take accidental hiatuses. 

Thank you Readers, for you are the fire to this blog and my on-going fight,

Rose.

(P.S. I am still anti-editing and proof reading, my apologies intelligent friends)

An Intro

Note: I am new to the blog realm. Bare with me as I smooth the kinks.

Greetings!

My name is Rose and I am a 19 year old Economics major from Indiana.
I love to act, ride my bike, talk with my best friends for hours, and (when I have one) watch my fish swim.

I have been overweight for as long as I can remember. Elementary, I was the chubby girl with the sweaters that were too tight during the winter, and I always acted like I wasn't twice the size as my peers. In middle school I started to lose some weight, probably due to growth spurts, and was somewhat normal size. Continued on through high school with some chub, having my weight flucuate like crazy. One year I was standard American overweight, another year I would consider myself fit. Toward the end of my senior year was the first time I considered myself attractive. The weight of high school was, literally, being lifted off my shoulders and that summer was my first fling (oh la la).

But then... College. DUH DUH. The freshman 15 got to me. Then the summer following my freshman year, I managed three jobs, one of which was extremely high stress (inner city summer school teaching aid), thus helping me gain 5 more pounds. And now here we are. A semester has gone by with me staying at my final weight of 197 lbs. On a good day, 194, and on a horrible day, over 200.

The day I got on the scale to read my weight was over 200 lbs was the lowest point of my life. So low, I believe it was the largest factor in my newly diagnosed depression. With that much weight gain over just a year, one is forced to shop. And everyone can agree that shopping because you can't fit into your old clothes is one of the worst feelings on Earth. Shopping around at all your favorite stores, now looking for one size larger. Ugh.

I remember when I was a flattering size 9. In the 8th grade...

I am now a size 16. SIZE 16!

Before when I was a size 14, I could get away with staying in the "normal" section. But with a size 16, I was suddenly, and shocking, moved into the "plus sizes." *Moan* Just typing that makes me gag. Ladies of larger size, I have the utmost respect for you. I really do. But the media has projected a heavy woman to be grotesque and frowned upon; and yes, I have indeed fallen into their trap. I am a brainwashed teenager with self-image issues.

Thus, here we are. On this adventure of me posting my lame ass progress on this lame ass journey to lose weight. Because I can't motivate myself on my own to do it. I need this blog.