Yes, I am a complete hot-mess. But you already knew that. I literally cannot get out of my own way. It’s so annoying! At the beginning of the summer, I was super dedicated to my fitness. I was hitting the gym hard, drinking loads of water, eating nice and clean, and most importantly- I was getting results! The number on the scale wasn’t necessarily moving fast enough, but I was looking and feeling great. My clothes were fitting better, and I knew that some of my fat was actually converting to muscle. But most importantly- I was getting compliments. And then I stopped. Wah.
Why in the freaking world would I stop?! Great question. I do this to myself all the time. It’s like, as soon as I start making moves, I start falling apart. It’s like I think to myself, “Oh I’m doing great, so therefore this cookie/this pizza/this skipped gym day won’t make a difference”. And before I know it, one slip up turns in to 12, and I’m right back where I started. Gross. What I SHOULD be saying to myself is, “Wow, you are one hot mama who is full of willpower. Imagine what you are gonna look like in another month. Keep going!” Do you do this? (Please say yes).
Like, take today for example. I am totally anxiety-ridden. (I think it has something to do with the fact that I do not want to return to work in a couple weeks, and my nanny just quit, but I’m not positive.) So far today, I’ve consumed a few bites of processed mac and cheese, about 3 (or was it 4?) mini cupcakes with peanut butter frosting while the boys weren’t looking, and some coffee. Wow. No water guzzling. Nothing clean. No workout to be proud of. No willpower whatsoever.
Thankfully the day is still young, and there is still time to turn it around. I have to remember that my end goal is going to look and feel so much better than any of this processed junk I am feeding to my anxiety. I have to remember that there is no shot my body will look and act the way I want it to if I don’t take care of it, especially when it’s all stressed out. I have to remember that starting another school year as a fatty will make me even more miserable than ever. And most importantly, I have to remember that I do not like starting over!
So I’ve put the cupcakes down and I’ve repositioned my eyes on the prize: a hotter, fitter, leaner, stronger, and awesomer version of myself. And from this point forward, I do solemnly swear to not reward every two pound weight loss with chips and french fries. So I’m jumping back on the water-chugging workout wagon. Who’s with me?
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