Fear of Backslide

Suffice it to say, I was doing GREAT at getting back to exercising for the first time in 5 years until this week when...first, I learned that the guy I was "dating" was a complete and total loser and user (and, obviously, a waste of my time and effort) and, second, I was stuck suffering from the raging stomach flu he so generously passed to me as a parting gift, wiping me out for the past four days.

I bought the treadmill last January (2010), thinking that, with exercise equipment in my own apartment, I would have no excuse not to work out. After all, I must spend at least an hour each day watching TV, so, why not spend that hour on the treadmill?

In addition, I figured that I would save money by cancelling the gym membership I hadn't been using anyway. The treadmill would pay for itself within six months.

Needless to say, the treadmill sat there gathering dust for about a year.

After my birthday, in early January, I decided that push had come to shove. I made up my mind that I was going to get back on track.

And, I did. Knowing that someone was seeing my body was the best motivator I could've ever asked for. I worked out more since the beginning of January than I had worked out during the past five years, and the results showed. More and more each week. As Treadie (as I affectionately refer to my treadmill) and I spent more time together, I lost more weight and gained more muscle tone, not to mention fabulously inspiring positive affirmation from my Facebook friends.

So, now I'm afraid. Very afraid.

I am ready to start up again. Will my determination lapse though, now that no pseudo-significant other will be following my progress? I guess time will tell within the next few weeks.

Fingers crossed...stay tuned.