Ok, so some of you may remember that I've been struggling with motivation and busting through a stubborn plateau.
Remember when one of you mentioned that I have to hit "that point" before I can really, truly hit it hard? Yeah, well, that happened - big time.
Friday night, my husband threw me a surprise party at some friends' house. It was a whole lotta fun (we all went through 184 jello shots, several cases of beer, and other various alcohol).
Later in the night, there were only 6 of us left. Well, someone gets the bright idea to get into the jacuzzi. (umm, yeah, I haven't worn a swimsuit in almost a decade). Well, they were far more drunk than me, and would not leave me alone about getting in. I finally caved and went to the bathroom to put on a suit - I was in tears, and actually had a panic attack - I'm talkin' hyperventilating, can't breathe, think I'm gonna pass out panic attack (which I haven't had in years).
I realized right then and there that I never ever wanted to feel that way again. To actually have a panic attack over putting on a swimsuit b/c my mental insecurities are that strong, and I feel that bad about how I look is entirely unacceptable. It's mostly in my head, I really don't have that far to go weight wise, but it is very powerful.
So, yes, I do believe that counts as hitting "that point" and I have been on it hard all week, and hope that anytime I start to slip, I can remember just how bad that felt.
Anyway, just thought I'd share before I went to Spin class.
Remember when one of you mentioned that I have to hit "that point" before I can really, truly hit it hard? Yeah, well, that happened - big time.
Friday night, my husband threw me a surprise party at some friends' house. It was a whole lotta fun (we all went through 184 jello shots, several cases of beer, and other various alcohol).
Later in the night, there were only 6 of us left. Well, someone gets the bright idea to get into the jacuzzi. (umm, yeah, I haven't worn a swimsuit in almost a decade). Well, they were far more drunk than me, and would not leave me alone about getting in. I finally caved and went to the bathroom to put on a suit - I was in tears, and actually had a panic attack - I'm talkin' hyperventilating, can't breathe, think I'm gonna pass out panic attack (which I haven't had in years).
I realized right then and there that I never ever wanted to feel that way again. To actually have a panic attack over putting on a swimsuit b/c my mental insecurities are that strong, and I feel that bad about how I look is entirely unacceptable. It's mostly in my head, I really don't have that far to go weight wise, but it is very powerful.
So, yes, I do believe that counts as hitting "that point" and I have been on it hard all week, and hope that anytime I start to slip, I can remember just how bad that felt.
Anyway, just thought I'd share before I went to Spin class.