So, I’ve come to realize, since having kids, that I am not getting any younger. I am also not getting any thinner. I put on A LOT of weight with the Mini. More than I should have, and in hindsight, more than I really wanted to, but man, did that Halloween candy taste really good at the time. As did the pie, and the ice cream and the ribs, and… and..
Suddenly, I am very hungry.
I lost a good portion of it, but held onto the last 20 or so pounds and never really put forth a whole lot of effort to do anything about it. I became a casual workout person (worker outer?). I hate working out. Almost as much as I hate eggnog and raisins, and people I really fucking hate both of those. If you really wanted me to hate you, you’d give me both of these things. So I just kept letting working out, kind of fall by the wayside. Making up excuses.
With LG, I was respectable with the weight gain, and I lost nearly all of the weight right off the bat.
And then I gained 7 pounds of it back.
I hate the way I look now. I absolutely hate it, but it’s come to my attention that unless I actually DO something about it, I’m not really going to see much in the way of progress. So I jumped on the trendy bandwagon and started doing the 30 day shred.
For 25 minutes of exercise, it’s a serious ass kicker. It took me all of about 5 minutes to hate Jillian Michaels, with her bluntness. ”If you want results, they’re not coming for free.” What the hell is THAT nonsense about? Why can’t I just sit on the sofa and have results come to me? And while they’re at it? Do my laundry? This is wholly unfair.
So, here I am a week into the shred. I’ve been using the “lose it!” app on my iPhone, to keep me honest with the calories. So far, I can’t really say I’ve lost weight, but I feel a little more redistributed.
My sister is getting married next month, and the only goal I have is to not look like a burrito in a dress. What can I say, I am low.