My, how the rollercoaster of Insanity continues! Not only is it wreaking havoc with my body, it’s wreaking havoc with my emotions.
When faced with the prospect of mandatory movement, I usually bury my head beneath the covers. Today was the return of the dreaded Plyometrics so I took a little longer than usual to get myself out of bed.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as I feared. Despite my low mood and lethargy, Shaun T has a way of just making you push, push, push. Really, he should become a midwife or something. Actually no. Imagine how annoying that would be – trying to push out a 9lb baby and you’ve got Shaun T urging you to dig deeper and open those hip flexors. Shudder.
As you can probably tell, my motivation is proving to be as wobbly as a layer of belly fat this week. No sign of weight loss or inch loss since Week 2 so it’s difficult to keep going when there’s no tangible evidence of all my hard work. All I have to hang onto right now is the fact that I feel fitter than I did four weeks ago. I hope this is enough to carry me through to the end of the week.
The other thing I need to remember is that while I always feel guilty after demolishing a cream cake, I never regret doing an Insanity workout. (Once it’s over.)
Anyone got motivation tips for me?