So the other day I bought a scale. It’s been a good two years since I’ve owned one, but since I know I’ve put on way more weight than I had realized, I thought it may be a wise idea.
Well my first regret came when we brought it home and I weighed myself.
Talk about ashamed/shocked/disappointed!
A few years ago I was so proud of myself for losing almost 50 lbs. It was hard work but fun in retrospect…
My big ass has gained 30 of those pounds back and I am pissed – at myself.
Mostly for not paying attention to ME – like I’m always advising others to do.
I just got distracted and relaxed.
Now I am on a mission to get my body back – and then some.
I’m laying out a personalized plan for myself for a change and I’m sticking to it.
I’m no spring chicken, I’ll be 42 years old in April of next year so no time for games.
I’m trying to get on those Tracee Ellis Ross and Jennifer Lopez body standards.
Clearly I have a long, long way to go! So from here on out I’m all about healthy eating (again), fitness (again) and a complete overhaul of my lazy ass life.
I’ve gotten kind of lazy y’all.
Here we go!