My next e-course starts on March 9th. Get yourself in shape now! Summer will be here before you know it!
Eight weeks ago I decided enough was enough.
Thanks to Personal Trainer Food, I changed my diet.
I started yoga.
And then I seriously committed.
So here are the final statistics:
I’ve lost thirteen pounds. I’ve gone down one pants size. I’m close to going down another one. I’ve lost three inches in my waist and now I really only have one letter in my bra size.
My favorite running shirt is loose again.
My new running vest almost fits perfectly.
And it’s only February, but I’m already feeling pretty good about wearing a bikini.
I have always been one of those people who vows to lose weight or get in shape by a certain time.
And then that time comes, and I haven’t lost a pound. Often times, I’ve gained weight.
And then I feel really bad about myself.
Next weekend I’m hosting a women’s retreat. It’s called Not Your Average Weekend (there are still tickets available!).
It’s at the Interlaken Inn in Lakeville, CT.
I went there with some friends last November for a girls’ night. It was a night away for fun but also a night away to promote the weekend.
I had packed on the pounds at that point, and I remember feeling so self conscious. I had no jeans that fit me.
My friends and I posed in front of the fireplace for this picture:
and I remember feeling so shitty about what I looked like. I arranged and rearranged my sweater about fifteen times in an attempt to cover all the bulges.
And my jeans were so tight that they weren’t even actually buttoned. They were being held together with a ponytail holder like when you are pregnant and trying to squeeze a couple more weeks out of your regular clothes before you break out the maternity clothes.
In fact, before I put the picture in a blog post I wrote, I cropped the shit out of it so I could cut out the big muffin top bulge on my side out of the picture.
Anyway, next weekend is the actual retreat, and I am going to it feeling good about myself.
And I will be wearing clothes that fit me comfortably. That I can button all the way.
I’m not totally shredded and without an ounce of fat on my body and zero cellulite.
But I feel great. Healthy. Strong.
I am pretty darn proud of myself for sticking with it, through Christmas and New Years. And Valentine’s Day.
This time around, I set a goal for myself.
And I achieved it.
And it feels really fucking good.