The WEIGHT. I have a minimum of 30 pounds to lose if I'm going to have a prayer of competing the way I want to in August. I keep thinking---August, that's 5 months away! And then I think--August. Shit! That's 5 months away!
30 pounds. That sounds so daunting to a woman who has been at a fairly ideal weight most of my life. I gained it so fast while I was in school--not working out, not getting sleep, working too much in an exhausted state. Truth be told, I think I drained my adrenals to the point that they finally told me to kindly go fuck myself and started pumping out cortisol like nobody's business. Now, I have fat stores in places I didn't know I had places. I've been reading a lot of books (Jillian Michaels, Tosca Reno, pros in the fitness biz) and I think I have a pretty good idea of where to go with this thing.
My diet for the past several days has been FLAWLESS and I'm not minding as much as I thought I would. I've noticed my energy levels jump through the roof and I've actually wanted to go to the gym and pool to workout. Hard. I mean, push myself like crazy.
I seriously hope that this energy burst lasts, because I'm loving it right now. I feel lighter and my clothes are already beginning to feel a little looser. Not that I have the money for an entire new wardrobe, but it won't hurt my feelings if I never see a double-digit pants size ever again!
The photo symbolizes the fog I've been living in for 2 years while I worked on my advanced degree. Now that I've accomplished that goal, I've planted the seed for another one.
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