So in January I wrote about how I was going to totally rock my weight loss, do it all on my own and blah, blah, blah.
So, I started. I lost 16 pounds. I was running in the morning on the treadmill and hiking on the weekends and eating 1200 calories. I felt great and starting to feel like I was on my roll.
Then some things happened. Somethings I never anticipated, things that left me in one of the most emotional moments of my life. Things I understood but still that left me in a real rut.
I stopped dieting, stopped exercising and found myself laying in bed one night eating cheese puffs at 10 pm. Lets be clear on one thing, I shouldn't eat anything unless it is carrot sticks or hot tea at 10 pm, but I definitely do not need to eat cheese puffs, like ever.
I struggled for the next few days. Realizing, again....summer is just around the corner and I will be damned if I live in my cover ups on the boat all summer like I did last year. I have a killer figure and I need to get it back. Seriously.
But I felt like I needed to be honest with myself, because I know ME better than anyone else. I love carbs, love. And my body...doesn't process carbs like I love them. So, I thought and I thought and came up with a plan, a final plan to get my head straight and get this weight off ONCE AND FOR ALL.
Then I had to convince my awesome husband that my plan would work. I wanted to go back on Jenny Craig. Mainly, because I know me. I needed to be honest with me. I was SO committed and disciplined when I did Jenny before and I knew I could do it again. I needed to put myself first and commit to a plan that would work for me and my lifestyle. So I told him my plan, much to my surprise I didn't need to do any convincing at all. He told me "We'll make it Happen."
So I called and went for my appointment on Friday and started back on Saturday morning.
Last night I went to the gym and my friend has committed to helping train me, I'm so lucky to have so much support. And I did cardio and circuit training.
I WILL go to the gym at least 3 times a week and then either hike, take zumba or something active one day on the weekend so I am working out at least 4 days a week. The days I cant make it to the gym, I will run on the treadmill in the garage.
I'm so excited. Seriously, so excited. I turn 30 this year and I am committed to be smoking hot by then, by my standards at least ;)
There is MY truths, my real truths and I am ready! Spring is around the corner, and this flower is ready to bloom!
No comments:
Post a Comment