As I creep up on my 90 day completion date (which was moved back 2 weeks because of a June vacation), I am starting to feel really frustrated. I think I gave myself too stiff of a goal. Size 4 from a size 12 in 13 weeks might be impossible w/out eating like a bodybuilder. Sad, frowny face.
And have I mentioned how much I hate my stomach? Well, I hate my stomach. I haven’t had a flat-ish stomach since my mid-20s and even then it was more “ish” than “flat”. I’m not sure it will ever be the same w/out surgery.
So, -90 days gets results. There is no question about that. My legs look faboosh! My shoulders too. Everything is smaller and tighter. I am still exhausted and sore weekly. I mean it like I could take a solid coma-type nap every single day if I had the time. I am pushing myself to exhaustion each workout. I’m not only pushing play, I am giving it my every last bit each day, six days a week. I always rest on one day. Always.
My diet has taken a slight beating the past several weeks. I have enjoyed a few pieces of pizza and desserts and Corona and red wine. But, that’s life. I can’t be 100% on that. It’s not realistic. So, I make wise choices 95% of the time and then sometimes when my kids go to bed I eat half a bag of popcorn. The buttery kind.
So, by my 1 year P90X anniversary I would like to be in the best shape I can possibly be in at my age (37 is the new 27, right?). We’ll see.
I love P90X and recommend it to everyone. But, I wish I had lost more weight and inches. However, I know I’ve given it my all and that’s all I can give.
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