I stepped on a scale Friday...Hell of a day to step on a scale I know. And to boot, it was horrible. Who ever said numbers can't be mean -- well, quite frankly, I believe some lying skinny bitch probably said that while she downed her last of many martinis. All the weight I had lost from eating clean and running every day has come back… Yo-yoing so 1994… But in four short weeks I have undone everything I worked so hard and passionately for. Traveling is amazing but UGH it certainly takes a toll on your numbers... I don't even want to know my butt measurement right now - I would make Beyonce jealous for sure.
So today, we started Operation White Dress. I bought a workout DVD incase its too hot out to run (a common excuse in our household), and my yoga mat is back in full operation. I even bought myself a new sports bra to inspire me to wear workout clothes – and the rule is if you want to wear the clothes, you have to do the work.
There will be no cheating.
There will be no processed crap entering this house.
There will be no excuses.
However!
There will be planning.
There will be cooking.
There will be sweat.
There will be pride and confidence in this house again! (insert Braveheart howl here)
