Gym Time/Friday Letters

YESTERDAY

I got my ass handed to me at the gym.

 

I've been a total gym rat before.. CLEARLY not as of lately.

When the weather started to cool down I was SO excited to go to my mom's house and get all of my cute jeans out! It was a TOTAL bummer realizing NONE of them fit anymore.

 

The freshman 15 never applied to me, but marriage 15 sure as H does.

The sexy skinny jeans I was wearing on our HONEYMOON (8 months ago..) Will not even go up past my thighs.

MAJOR BUMMER.

 

I'm not one to look at a number on a scale. TO ME, it doesn't mean anything.

I'm more concerned about how I'm feeling over a number on the scale.

I'm not claiming to be fat. Don't get me wrong here..

I am claiming that my body is changing. It's reminding me that I'm not 17 anymore & can't shovel in my food like I enjoy doing oh so much.

 

SOO. After lots complaining about my clothes fitting funny for months, my sister finally convinced me to go to body pump with her yesterday. This is a class I used to go FAITHFULLY to every week.

In short.. I almost died.

I can't believe how little weight I put up & how sore I am today.

 

My Goals:
Gym at LEAST 3 times a week.

Drink TONS of water- (this one isn't too hard for me since I cut out soda & Carbonation almost 2 years ago!)

NO fried foods.

...I figured if I wrote them here for everyone to read I'm more likely to actually do them...

 

I'm totally taking before and after pictures for my own sake.
If the results are awesome enough, maybe one day I'll be brave enough to put them up.

It's time for this little squishy monster to get toned.

 

Fatalie clearly had tons of energy still, I was beat.

AND OF COURSE, we loved on Winston.

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DEAR RELIEF SOCIETY ARMS,I'm stopping you before you get any worse.

 

DEAR OUT OF SHAPE,

You won't be here much longer.

I will be able to run to the mailbox without being winded, I promise. hahaha

 

DEAR LOVE HANDLES,

I'm planning on getting rid of you first So grandpa won't comment on how large you are becoming. (....yeeep.. this really happened...)

 

DEAR NIKE SHOES THAT I BOUGHT BECAUSE YOU WERE CUTE,

You will be getting a lot more use. Twice in 6 months doesn't cut it.

 

DEAR FRIED FOOD,

I love and hate you all at the same time.

Goodbye..

 

 

Happy Friday Folks!