Birthday number 44 is lurking around the corner, just over two months away.
I promised myself I'd be in shape by 30.
Then I promised myself I'd be in shape by 35.
And then I was sure I'd be in awesome shape by 40.
And of course, every number in between all of these.
I've lost
almost 40 pounds this year. I have just over 20 left to go to hit my goal weight. But lately, I've been slacking off a little. Sure, I had a couple of weeks in there recently that were right on point. Clean foods, no sugar, lots of water. And honestly, I felt amazing! But then I just...stopped. And went back to thinking "I'll just have these chips/cookies/this bagel because I exercise regularly." And honestly, that might work for maintenance (I am maintaining!), but not for weight loss. Sometimes I feel like I'm sabotaging myself, or maybe just getting lazy.
So today I asked my coach-friend to please kick my ass a little harder. And she said "No problem." She did yell at me a little (I needed it) about this morning's pre-workout bagel with cream cheese, though she yelled in a nice way. And yeah, that's really not the best pre-workout food...it just sat in my stomach like a lump of lead. I think for Friday morning's workout, I'll eat a little lighter, and with a lot more protein in mind.
I'm ready to refocus. To drive myself a little harder. I know I can do this, and I know I can get where I'm going. I just have to stop stopping!
