Perseverance. It's a funny word.

Because it's Saturday night, my homework is complete and I'll be snowed-in in the morning anyway, I've decided to write a late-night blog :)

Today I started P90X...again. I love it. I really do. Except, my last bout produced a rather macho form of me and I had been pretty proud of my success. I'm still proud of my success; but the funny thing about succeeding is that a requires this minor detail called perseverance.

I keep an exercise journal to help me keep track of my progress. My last entry had me doing over 120 push-ups, about a million and twelve ab exercises and I could even make it a full 30 seconds on the wall squats ;) That was about four weeks ago. Today was a completely different story. I managed to force about 13 push-ups, and I could hardly make it through the ab workout. It's sad how quickly my body goes from macho to nacho.

I can't help but wonder where I would be in my weight loss/fitness goal had I stuck with the program and persevered over my lazy bouts! I'll betcha I wouldn't have gained four pounds back and I would be feeling about 79% better than I do at this present moment. My clothes would fit me better. I would be THAT MUCH closer to my goal.

If I don't start now, I bet four weeks from now I will wish I would have persevered passed today.

Ugh.

On a lighter note, I managed to fall in love with sweet alternatives to sugar, which has possibly saved my life. Haha! No really. Pancakes made from bananas, peanut butter and eggs, cookies sweetened with pureed fruit... I think I can handle this no-unnatural-sugar thing after all!