This morning, the weighing scale showed that I'd gained back the kilogram I'd already lost and I couldn't understand why. I've been pushing my lazy ass to run every day and my food intake has considerably lessened and has become healthier so why the darned gain? In my frustration, I ate rice for lunch then I decided I wasn't going to sweat it out on the treadmill. Yes, I can be very mature sometimes.
Three o'clock struck and I found myself reluctantly getting up and heading towards my instrument of torture. I told myself I'd only brisk walk for 30 minutes but when I was finally on the treadmill, I couldn't help but follow the program I've been using. And while I was wheezing through a sprint, I had a eureka moment: I was PMS-ing. Hmpf. I always gain a lot of water weight during this dreaded time of the month but lose it immediately after I get my period.
My dour mood improved immensely after that and gave me a renewed vigor to burn my fat out. I was so happy that I didn't skip on my exercise even though I wanted to. Then this song came on my iPod:
I'm feeling quite proud of myself today. :D
Mood Music: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk