At the end of June/beginning of July, I decided to get on the bathroom scale. I knew that I indulged during the month of June. It’s my birthday month! Lots of good food, good drinks – all great!
I got on the scale…and gasped. The number was waaaay too high. So obviously, I did what everyone would do. I stepped off, waited 30 seconds and then stepped back on. Because clearly, the scale just needed to reset itself and fix that damn number!
Not quite… the number didn’t change. Not gonna tell you that number but I have never weighed that much EVER. My weight has gone up and down and up and down over the years. But there’s no way I thought it was THAT.
I wasn’t immediately moved to run to the gym. I just kinda dwelled on the fact that I really made enough poor decisions to really get there… And then I gave myself a date. August 1st. That would be the date.
For the month of July, I just chilled. I didn’t go to the gym nor did I cut out a lot of food. I also didn’t pig out as I had been doing the previous months. I was slowly but surely preparing for the month of August.
August 1st came. I started to run again. I cut out a lot of junk food – lean protein and veggies. No drinking during the week. It’s hard but it’s working. As of today, I’m down 17 pounds. And I’d probably be down a bit more but I’ve had a few hiccups. 🙂
All in all, I’m definitely not perfect. I’m a work in progress. But if I tell you I can’t come somewhere or I won’t be eating, don’t look at me crazy. Just know I have another 20 pounds to go before Thanksgiving.