In the vein of The Smiths, “Some Girls are Bigger than Others..” (a notoriously frivolous lyric) I make the next statement: some weeks are better than others. Or perhaps I will be even more specific, some weekends are better than others. This weekend was really good for my mental and emotional condition.
It wasn’t ideal for my diet. If we want for you to definitely blame, I blame the delicious tidbits and adult drinks. Why must you be so tasty? I officially tasted and drank myself back into the two pounds that I was down on Thursday. Hmm. How many Smith’s songs may I devote one blog post?
And to fill up my decadent weekend, I didn’t exercise either day! I have a good laugh when confronted with my spandex. Morning This, I paid the price. But, I strapped on my sneaks and out headed. Ran 4.8 kilometers and do the P90 sculpt workout. Burned 671 calories. It is time to reinstate the self-discipline. I’ve got a big 10 lbs to lose within the next two months.
I not only thought it, I persuaded myself that my failure to “get with it” was incurable. I used to be so lost my friend. I didn’t want to listen to “it’s a lifestyle change.” Because the word “change” intended, I might actually have to put forth some work. I had been right at home at the comparative type of least level of resistance. Oh, it was fabulous! The line of least resistance … Read the rest