this rule will now govern my life
Getting Started
I’m about 10 days into P90X. I think I’ll add another week onto the end of Phase 1, because I’ve missed a couple days so far. It’s fun and I feel great when I do it. My husband has been doing the workouts with me and that has been really nice. We tend to get competitive and keep each other going.
As far as diet, I’m not on any plan. I am trying to be more conscious of portions and fat content, and other than a few slip ups this week, I feel like I am doing well. Once the working out becomes an easier habit, I will probably challenge myself with a stricter diet. For now, it’s a simple no junk food policy.
I think I’ll be posting some “before” pictures here in the next few days.
Fat Girl Manifesto
This is me:
I’m 26 years old, 188 pounds. I have gained 25 pounds in the past year and a half. I could tell you why, but it’s all just lame excuses. Sometimes life is hard. That’s not a good enough reason to be unhealthy.
Right now I feel weak, tired, unmotivated, and frumpy. I want to feel strong, energized, confident, and sexy. I want to be able to run without wanting to die. I want my husband to have a hot wife. I want to wear tank tops without worrying about if people are staring at my fat arms or skirts that are above the knees. I want to say yes to hiking and rock climbing with my friends. I want to feel awesome.
I am completely to blame for my current state. I take full responsibility. I have bad habits. I prefer to stay inside than to go outside. I prefer to sit still than to move. I prefer salty/sweet/fatty foods to whole grains and vegetables. I prefer beer to water. And I give in to my preferences far too often.
I am ready to make the changes I need to make to be a healthier person. I will try not to whine too much along the way. I am ready to put my body through physical pain to make it stronger. I am ready to sacrifice some things I love that are making me fat.
I am so stinkin’ ready. Let’s do this.
Wake Up Call
Dear Me,
You’ve finally hit rock bottom. This is the fattest you’ve ever been in your life. You hate the way you feel and look. It’s time to change. Time to wake up and start living the life you’ve imagined for yourself.
STOP WASTING TIME.
GET OFF YOUR ASS.
GET YOUR FUCKING LIFE SORTED OUT.
Love,
Me
