Today marks day 7 since I decided to pay attention and give a shit about what goes into my body. I do feel better already. I've kicked caffeine's ass which feels good. I am eating healthier foods instead of empty calories full of nothing but sugar and chemicals. I've lost 8 pounds which isn't a ton, but whatever, it's not what I'm doing this for. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I do know that I'll lose weight and look better doing this and I'm certainly not going to bitch about that! I wear baggy guys' jeans, they're comfortable and I like them so shut up. I wear a size 38, a few months ago for a short time I was even wearing 40's which I wasn't too terribly happy about. Now the 38's are starting to slide down my non existent ass. It doesn't matter how heavy I am, I'm mostly Scandinavian with a little Mexican thrown in there for color so I have no ass. At some point maybe I'll start doing squats religiously and grow one of my very own.
I'm still not exercising which I know I need to do. I would love to take the dogs for walks but considering at this very moment it's 6 below zero, that isn't going to happen any time soon. Even if I bundle up, my poor little min pins would freeze their non-furry asses off. I actually enjoy doing yoga and need to get back into it. It makes me feel good, lessens my aches and pains, makes me stronger, releases toxins, blah blah blah. I know I know, I need to work it into my routine. I used to have a membership at the Y and loved it, maybe I'll start that back up again. Granted, at the time it was a great excuse to get out of the house and spend time away from my ex-husband when we were together. Now I actually want to spend time with my wife so I worry that I would pay for the membership and not go. We'll see what the future brings.
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