Two weeks ago I decided I had had enough of this fitness bull shit. I quit. I quit the gym. I quit the nutrition. I quit the groups. I Q.U.I.T.!!!!
For 2 weeks I didn't eat right. I ate what I wanted when I wanted it. I ate cake. I ate burgers & fries & milkshakes & cheesecake & cookies & hoagies (aka subs) & pasta & WHITE bread & fat & carbs...You name it; I ate it. Burp.
I didn't go to the gym. The most strenuous exercise I participated in was walking Knuckles. OH YEA!
On Sunday I woke up ready to get back at it. I felt like I had been on vacation. I was rested & happy. I planned my nutrition & packed my gym bag.
On Monday I hit it. I'M BACK!
I put on 5 lbs of water & have lost all but 1.5 lbs of it. Not too bad considering. I'm not doing anything other than regular nutrition.
Tonight I am going to Erin's tasting event for her wedding. My plan is to have a bite of almost everything but no more. I won't be doing more than a bite of cake. No need. More importantly no desire.
I have a goal to be back to where I was in April 2011 within 9 weeks. It's only 13 lbs & very do-able.
Watch me morph.