Not probably in the way you think.
First, I got really emotional going through the last work out.
Now, I know I have the DVD's - its not like I'm loosing a friend that I'll never see again. I can put the same DVD back in the player tonight & continue doing it... I get that. But something about finishing the program. Seeing that last work out on the charted calendar... it really was emotional for me.
I made it... 9 weeks!
ME! Making it 9 weeks! That's saying something!
Those last 55 seconds of punches, it was the same emotion as you see the finish line ahead & you cross it... exactly the same feeling.
I did it.
I finished my first Beachbody program. Good on you! ... as Dan Cohen says at the end of it.
Talk about a high!
.... & then the low....
I thought, I'd never done this before. I made it to the end. Time to measure & see where I stand.
I pull out my card that I took weight & measurements when I began.
Let's just say life went downhill quickly, swiftly, rapidly.
Each measurement was awful. The same, or increased. My waist was the worst. Gained 1 inch in my waist... gained a 1/2 inch each in my thighs.
Are you freaking kidding me?
I took my before & after pictures... & that did me in.
I literally couldn't talk when the hubs asked me what was wrong.
I just felt so defeated. No other word for it.
I invested 9 weeks of my time & its not like I truly expected results like I see on TV. But to GAIN weight & GAIN inches?
It's like, 'Why do I bother?'... but dear Lord, what would I look like if I didn't even bother at all?
... I ended up sitting on the couch watching the finale of The Flash with the hubs & then went to bed...with the sun still out.
I couldn't even deal with life.
... today is a new day... I'm still feeling frustrated. Still feeling defeated.
But I wont give up.
Just throwing a pity party right now....
I'll be back at it though.. I know I will...