i fell off the wagon for about two months. i was running when i could—but being in seven different states, living at hotels, eating out, and working 18 hour days was just too much. no matter what i did i could barely muster up enough energy to run 30 minutes on the treadmill each night.
but now i’m back.
i’m determined to loose this weight by Christmas time.
my goal weight is 110 lbs. of lean muscle mass. i’m going grocery shopping tomorrow to stock up on the right foods (because for the last two months we’ve only had red wine and whiskey in our fridge…literally…) i’m going to buy a scale and a measuring tape to keep track of my inches. i’m determined.
i want to feel sexy. i want to not worry about my stomach looking fat in pictures. i want my jeans to fit again. i want my butt to be tight and round. i want to feel confident.
obesity runs in my family. throughout my life, every event was dictated by food. i’m not fat—but a lot of bad habits were set up for me. i don’t want to give in to those habits. i want to be different. i want to be healthy. i want to be strong. i refuse to turn into my mother.
i can do this.
