Ok after sitting on my butt for over 3 weeks and a day (aakkk) I am forcing myself to go to the gym tonight. I need to get back my title, "Cardio Sweat Queen." I really dont know what set me off when I was doing so well. I really was starting to like how I looked at 145.2 pounds. Cheekbones!! I have had fast food cravings something awful this week and thankfully I didnt give in or I'd most likely weigh 165 by now, or worse. I have plenty of time to hit 145 before October 6th. I just cant cut any corners. Nobody will know about this setback. So I did a few things to ensure my success in the next few weeks...
1) I began my own paper journal instead of using the LA Weight Loss one. Mine is more beneficial because it is more detailed. I needed to start fresh instead of being reminded of my past "indiscressions."
2) I am making a huge effort to keep my environment clean so I dont raise my stress levels freaking out over it; and add to high cortisol levels. No more belly fat here. Hey; it will never be perfect enough for me, but it will look nice.
3) I am going to keep going to the gym fun by constantly challenging myself. I am going to go there 100% focused and not give a rat's azz about who may or may not be looking at me. When it comes down to it; I really dont care what they think anyway. They dont know me, or what I am capeable of. As far as I am concerned; let 'em stare. Some of them might actually learn something. They never saw me at 214 so they have no idea how far I have come.
4) I am going to get all my water in. No explanation needed.
5) I renewed my faith in myself that I can do this and that I do deserve it. I worked hard these past few years and I shouldnt give that up for anything. What a shame that would be.
6) The diet didnt let me down; I let me down (briefly) by buying into the scale's BS numbers. It wont happen again. Accept the blame; and move on. Accountability is everything.
7) I promised myself I couldnt see Eric again until I am 139.9 pounds. I really need to get it in gear to meet that goal. I want to blow his socks off. He will see that I have not only changed my insides, but my outsides as well. I hope the poor boy doesnt have a heart attack from the shock!
