My motivation for working out was to look better naked and while I love my healthy lifestyle, I still want to Look Better Naked.
So.I have publicly acknowledged the 189 pound elephant in the room. I have acknowledged that I am ready to do something about it. I have counseled myself that I just need to start, take my time and that I will see results.I am terrified.Even as I type I realize that I sound ridiculous, psyching myself out for failure before I even begin….
The goal of this blog was to keep myself accountable with the weight loss goals I had set for myself. The PICTURE THAT STARTED IT ALL was such a horrible thing that I rashly vowed to get in shape, look better, be better, yadda, yadda, yadda. So here I am again regrouping, rethinking and getting my butt in gear.This post…
Because:…I was feeling better……Effin’ Guy told me I was hot……The jeans that were too tight now fit…sorta……I only had a taste and it was low calorie……and besides, its the holidays and well dieting NOW is no fun……oh yeah, on second look the picture wasn’t SO bad……I wasn’t quite as out of breath when walking slowly… I stopped being as gung…
Ouch!Started exercising again.Not the I am a runner, yet I never run, gym rat who never goes to the gym, type of routine. No. I have scheduled a time, made necessary strategies and steps to make it happen. Months ago my friend Greg helped me come up with a workout that is designed to help me get back into the groove, slooooowly…
It was a dreary day.It was a hectic day.It was a day of truth.Today I weighed myself for the first time in months and boy oh boy! Denial is NOT a river in Egypt*. In order to perform this act of foolishness I locked myself into the bathroom and turned the water on, cause running water would obviously have some affect…