Love and Hate

I have a love hate relationship with food.  I hate that I love it so much.  I hate that I love to think about it, read about it, taste it, cook it, bake it, and watch about it on TV.  I hate that I don't have that same love for exercise.  I hate that I have minimal interest in rejoining weight watchers for the 293,349 time.  I hate that I haven't lost any weight since WFMH ended. I hate that I wake up thinking about food and my weight and have the same cravings and thoughts until I go to bed.  I hate that I am using the word hate so much.

I love that I have maintained my going to boot camp at least twice a week since WFMH ended.  Granted it has been difficult these past couple of weeks, mainly because of the weather.  I love how I feel after boot camp is over.  I love that Brady bought me 3 personal training sessions at Body Innovations and I get 1:1 time for an hour.  I love that tomorrow I am going to have boxing and "heavy" weight training.  I love that I haven't gained weight since WFMH ended.  I love that I feel guilty when I don't go to boot camp.  I love that Brady is going to boot camp also and clearly sees the benefit of it. . . makes my support that much easier. I love that I am trying to set good examples for my kids in terms of exercising.  I love that my love list is longer than my hate list. 

So, I will continue to work on decreasing my hates and increasing my loves.  I will keep on keepin' on. . . I love the way that sounds.