Workout Confession Time
Confessions are the hardest thing to do but sometimes they're for the best.
I've been working out for weeks in preparation for my upcoming trip to NYC. Spin class, 30 day shred and hours upon hours on the elliptical. My weight has been going down--albeit slow--but my old clothes have been fitting me like a glove. I have my absolute favorite shirt dress from H&M that I purchased in 2008 that I haven't been able to wear in years. Last summer the buttons and holes were so far away from each other I didn't even know if they were aware of their purpose. Last week I was able button it all the way but didn't dare to breath but today something happened. It fit perfectly and I wasn't afraid to walk, bend or sit with it on.
I've been eating well on and off. I had ice cream for breakfast yesterday, a burrito from Chipotle a few days before and wine has been my best friend but since I've been working out I don't beat myself up over it. As long as I'm consistent with going to the gym and hopping on the elliptical for 1.5 hours a day or taking a spin class I can do all that.
Now it's time for my confession. I've wanted a boost and didn't know how to get it. Speed is out of the question, as is starvation because I love to taste food and I just won't do it so I remembered this ridiculous thing that my brother made me buy last year at Walmart when we started working out together:
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