Last night about bedtime, I had a sudden realization that I hadn't measured everything when I took my measurements before starting the P90X. I should have measured my ribs just under my breasts and my tummy between my waist and hips. I made a mental note to do them today. After all, it has only been 10 days.
I've had a feeling that my waist has gotten smaller. My pants don't feel as tight in the waist. My plan was to wait to measure after 4 weeks to give myself the full first cycle. I knew the results would be more dramatic if I waited. Being able to tell in my clothes was just a bonus. Plus, I didn't want to be upset if my feelings were not confirmed just yet.
After I rocked another workout this morning I took those two measures and noted that they were made on October 10 rather than October 1. Then, I just couldn't help myself, I measured my waist. I have lost a full inch in my waist!! Go me!!
Maybe I'm getting the endorphin rush after a good work out, but I am feeling strong after each workout. I feel ripped and healthy. I like the way I feel. I had some errands to run outside of the house today so I set out to do them feeling like I could conquer the world. I had a spring in my step and an inch missing from my waist, and I was just getting started.
Imagine my surprise then, when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror while out on my errands. There was a chubby lady looking back at me, not this lean and glorious, glowing with health and vitality woman I was on the inside.
It shook me. I sat in the car for a while and processed it. Well, I tried to process it. I couldn't make that woman me. I'm healthy and fit. I rock the P90X. Then I decided it didn't matter. I have to live on the inside of me. I like where I am on the inside. The outside will just have to catch up. I don't have time to worry about that. I've got some living to do.
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