fuck me running...

i have worked out hardcore, at least an hour of cardio 4x a week for about 2 weeks. more than i have in the last ever.

and the scale didnt budge.

i was so distraught that i ate a bit of candy (lets face it...24 years ive waited to be the mom that raids the candy instead of the child who wakes up to the good stuff gone...)

and i maybe had a krispy kreme doughnut..it had sprinkles...and a few cookies.

sometimes i have a childs mentality..."well if youre gonna stay fat im gonna make it worth your while..."

im such an adult.

i want to beat this! this should be easy! come on now!

the world is being a bit cruel to me.

lots of things to get repaired on the car and an insurance debaucle.

i wish i werent so flaky.

and i wish it were easy.

ah well...feet first right?

worked out

worked out tues wed thurs fri and sun this week. tok off monday and tuesday and now going back today. i want this. i want to be better. i want to feel good. im amazed at my stamina...just excited and anxious. wish life was like the biggest loser and 10 lbs would magically come off after a week. bit im proud of myself.

do something that makes you proud of yourself. itll make a huge difference in your life.