I’ve found myself really not wanting to go the last few days. However, I buck up and repeat my exercise mantra—exercise is a part of my life now. That’s what’s gotten me to the gym the last few days. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so hard if I could just see some sort of result. It’s been two months since I started working out regularly and I haven’t lost a single pound and my measurements haven’t changed. I will say that I do feel better, and that’s definitely a benefit, but I’m not going to lie. I want to lose some weight, and it’s frustrating that I’m making the effort (at long last) and I haven’t even lost a couple of pounds. Right now, I’d be happy with a couple of pounds. However, other issues have convinced me that I may have some hormonal problems that are preventing me from losing weight. I’m going to go the doctor in a couple of weeks to see what’s going on. And I am at least thankful that I haven’t gained any weight.

In the meantime, I’ll keep on exercising. Because even though I haven’t wanted to go the last couple of days, the exercise makes me feel good and gives me energy. And darn it, I’m proud of myself for having stuck with it for this long.