Okay, so I know it's not a world of wonderfulness, but I did manage to do 15 (14.49 minutes) on the treadmill and 200 crunches today.
I think that the cruches were the easy part and I very well could have and should have kept going. I could have gone longer on the treadmill as well. My daily goal is 20 minutes. I seemed to have fallen away from that.
My goal use to be 30 minutes because I feel that you don't get the full benefit if you don't do at least 30 minutes, right?
But I seem to be tricking myself somehow that that is entirely too long for me to run and walk.
I do both. More running that walking. More panting than anything. I have been doing this for a few months now. I dusted this thing off and decided that it was beyond time for me to do something about all these bulges. I'm more motivated than ever. Get up in the morning with it on my mind that I AM going to work out. Then I go for it. And it just isn't what I wanted it to be. When I quit, I am disappointed with myself because I KNOW I could have done more.
If you guys could be in my head, you'd have a good laugh because that little devil side is constantly telling me, "Girl, we tired! Get your butt off this treadmill and go do laundry! You know you need some water. You know you need to stop trying to run on this thing before you break it!"
Then, that OTHER side is saying, "Girl if you stop, you aint NEVER gonna get that Beyonce' booty!"
Why is it that the devil side always eventually wins?