I started it primarily due to peer pressure, which can actually be a good thing sometimes. I stuck to it for the first 20 days. Then, life happened, my job went through a bunch of changes and I resorted to my coping mechanisms, chicken and purple drank. I fell off the wagon, bumped my head, suffered amnesia, woke up in a foreign land and started calling myself Consuela. (aka I ate one of everything and two of the good stuff)
Sure this beats crack and quaaludes, slightly but it definitely is not a good thing.
I definitely noticed a change in my body from the first 20 days. It turns out, I have collar bones. And my hour glass definitely shaped up a bit.
One of my most favorite people in the whole world did much better than me, and her results are awesome.
I have to do better, so starting tomorrow, I am back on the shred. From the beginning. From stupid level one with the stupid jumping jacks and even stupider push ups. But my body needs this. I need to do this, and to figure out what it is about food that makes it such a crutch for me.
|Even B eats!|
And I'm back on fast food restriction. I've got a freezer full of meals, all I have to do is thaw and cook, there's no reason for fast food.
For the next 30 days, I'm going to be super focused. At least one work out a day, and no junk. Or the least possible junk in order to keep my sanity. Time to pick up where I left off.
Who's with me?