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Insanity: Working Out To Keep Me Sane

I’m insane. Well, I think I am. The sun is shining brightly outside, not a single cloud in the sky. When I look out of window I can see at least three people tanning in their garden, and really, that’s what I should be doing right now. Just enjoying the sun with a cocktail on the side, reading a good book and working on my tan. But I’m inside, in my room. Shutters closed, laptop on. I decided to get back into the Insanity workout routine. For those of you who don’t know what Insanity is, I can be short: the name says it all. It’s a 40-minute workout that you can do in your own home, and you don’t need any equipment to get started. No dumbbells, no skipping ropes, nothing. Just your body, and a whole lot of water. It’s insane. And I’m insane for doing it. I laugh about it, turn on the DVD and get started. I’m prepared to get my butt kicked once again – all for the results.

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Weigh-In Sunday #1

I open my eyes. The bright rays of sunlight find their way into my eyes. It almost sets my dark, brown eyes on fire, so I close them as fast as I can. No, no, no. I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to face the harsh reality today, not yet. I try to fall asleep again. I even turn around my pillow, so I can enjoy its cold side, but even this trick won’t work now. I’m wide awake and I know it. I get up, slowly make my way to my closet and get out a bra, top and a legging. I’ll save my little picture-party for later, I think. I look my biggest enemy right in the eye. Well, metaphorically speaking, that is. I know my scales don’t have eyes, but if they did, I’m sure they would look at me furiously. Like an angry school teacher, who just found out you didn’t do your homework. Or like your mother, when you didn’t clean your room even though she told you ten times that you had to. In this case, I would have to explain why I decided to fall back into my old eating habits. My dirty little secret, late at night, when I’m all alone. I would say I didn’t want to, but I just hád to. I’m an emotional eater, and sometimes food is all I have to make me feel better. It’s a medicine, and at the same time a virus. And now it was enough. But before I could start making changes again, I needed to know exactly where I’m at. I needed to face the scales first. I can feel my heart beating underneath my skin. Goosebumps all over my body. Why? It’s just a scale. And I know what it’s going to say anyway. Well, here we go, I guess. What number do I start with this time?

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