It has to happen. I mean it should have happened a year ago when I was still not so far down the hole but meh. I’m not gonna cry over things in the past anymore, it’s a waste of time.
When I had a rude 159 pound surprise I vowed to lose weight and get in the best shape of my life. This was 2 years ago. Never happened. Instead I got even heavier. On top of the 20 something pounds I already gained, I added 12 more to my 5 foot 4 inch frame. The extra dozen is a recent addition to my chub though, I was able to stay pretty much the same weight after the initial 159 weigh in (sometimes I’m even lighter by a couple of pounds!) I don’t know why I wanted to mention that. Anyway, this is not good. This is pretty bad. My clothes hardly fit anymore. My thighs and arms and belly are spreading and growing. And I don’t like how I look. Something needs to be done. How am I gonna be a hero if I’m out of shape?
So here’s the plan, I’m gonna take this seriously. Give it my best but not put so much pressure on myself and stress out on every gram of carb I consume. I will actually adapt the healthy habits I wrote down before. More water, more sleep. Less stress, yes veggies. WORKOUT! All those things that are very obvious and simple but I just miserably fail at.
I can do this! I CAN DO THIS!
Plan of attack: Workouts and low carb eating.