Finding some time to post on this blog has been tough, to say the very least. Ambition and hope for the future have been swarming my thoughts for the last 2 weeks or so. Michael and I have started working on a little something that may, if consistency and effort prevails, prove to be quite profitable.
It also does not help that 30% of my thoughts are always directed to the physical transformation that I am undertaking. Counting calories, planning workouts, planning meals takes unprecedented effort. Ah, but not all is wasted; I have dropped 6 pounds and my physical images (which I try to take everyday, but fail quite often) have shown a gradual loss of fat. I am proud of my efforts thus far, but alas, not satisfied.
Tomorrow I find out my body fat percentage. I hope to dear god that I'm not losing too much muscle. Protein has been a bitch because meat preparation is a hassle to prepare and I find no time to prepare meals involving copious amounts of protein. This is probably due to my blatant lack of ability to organize my time. My room is cluttered and in a mess, and I still have not stored cleaned laundry completed (not by me, haha) two weeks ago. I'm a mess.
With my thoughts pre-occupied with other things, and as such my personal affairs are scrambled, I still find it amazing that I have the ability to go to the gym. Repetition breeds habit and as such I have this ingrained need to exercise every day. Save for my sole rest day, an infectious craving for endorphin release encompasses and despite the fact I know that I know I will struggle... I still want to do it.
Why?
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