annnnnnd I'm back.
first things first. I AM SO SORE. My legs and side abs feel like they're gonna FALL OFF. Kevin had me doing these weird as shit rep sequences that were like, 1 squat, 1 farmers carry, 1 squat, 1 farmers carry, 3 squats, one carry, and then I think it was 5, 8, 13 and 21 squats and 1 farmers carry between each one. To be honest, I have no idea because I really can't count. and that's not a joke. It's like a disability. When I start working out I lose all of the severely limited math skillz I ever had. It's a mess, that's for sure. Whatever we did, it worked. and then Tuesday when the Arctic blast or whatever the hell that was happened (which, it should be renamed because I in fact did not have a blast) I did an at-home workout and had an asthma attack a la Darin Starr. It was a butt ton of squats and burpees and step back lunges and my heat came on in the middle of this and I DIED. I ended up hanging out of my window gasping for air because, get this. My car had to be left in the parking lot at work because of the white shit that was falling from the sky. My inhaler was in my gym bag. which was in my car. not at my house. I also haven't done a plank or a straight leg raise in a coons age, so my abs are feeling it. I was shaking like a newborn deer trying to walk. Not like Bambi though cause she got killed I think. But I'm pretty sure she was in the road. I didn't actually watch that movie so I can't be sure. Anyways today was chest and shoulders (knees and toes, knees and toes...you sang that, just like I did. oh you didn't because it's not the right words to song? WELL IT IS NOW.) and some cardio. I almost died.
I have however, been eating pretty much 90% on point. TOOT TOOT. Betcha didn't think you'd see that two blog posts in a row. Darin increased my calories/protein/carbs, but here's the real problem and where you guys get a look in to my crazy little mind. I haven't actually used the extra yet. I've stuck to roughly 1600 calories a day. I'm hungry, yes, but 1780 calories a day is a lot and I'm basically petrified I'm going to gain weight. Because I'm working so damn hard to lose it, this just seems like the opposite of what I should be doing. I just worry. IT'S WHAT I DO YA'LL. I worry about all the things.
in other news. I got some new protein. Optimum nutrition cookies and cream and it's my jam. It tastes really sweet, which is precisely what I wanted. I've been drinking 2-3 shakes a day TAKE YOUR JUDGING FACES OFF, I get tired of chewing real food sometimes. That's real life lazy life problems. One of them is usually post workout, and I've been having a shake and a 100 calories pack of vanilla roasted almonds for breakfast. Which, let me tell you about those. it's a damn good thing they're in a 100 calorie pack and I only put 1 in my refrigerator purse or else I would eat the whole box. THEY'RE SO GOOD. I also have sad news. rice cakes made it to the gag list. The gag list is a list of foods I've gagged on and pretty much can never eat again. I think the texture got to me. Hot dogs, blueberries, green beans and rice cakes are at the top of that list. I fucking hate green beans just so we're clear.
and if you ever have a bad day, go to brother wolf and pet the dogs. seriously. I did that today. It's been a rough week for me to say the least, with all the stuff going on at work and the stress of being an adult and being crazy with my food and whew. being an adult is hard stuff. I want a dog, so I decided to go in brother wolf and OH MY GOD, I spent literally like an hour just going from cage to cage and petting them (but putting hand sanitizer on between each one because of kennel cough. the struggle was real.) I found this beagle named "danny", which, if I get him his name will be Zeus, and I seriously sat in his kennel with him for probably 30 minutes. He was the sweetest thing in the whole world. Then I played with a pit bull and she was absolutely precious. I was pretty much like HUG ALL THE DOGS.
this is my life. I weighed myself, and I lost 8 pounds in 10 days. Prettttttty sure the majority of that was water because I've been drinking a gallon a day. Except today. oooooooooops. But I'll just drink some before bed and hope for the best tomorrow haha. I suck sometimes. but I'm human and I'm trying. I just need a little help from my friends sometimes. with that, I'm signing off. go to brother wolf yall, and just TRY not to squeal with delight when you get licked in the face. it's impossible. I'll probably have kennel cough in the morning. Can humans even get that? whatever. It was worth it.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Thursday, January 23, 2014
necessities.
Welcome back to another exciting edition of this girl has got to stop.
we can't stoppp and we won't stoppp. I know you read that like Miley sings it.
but it's my mouth I can say what I want to.
okay enough with the Miley quotes.
This week. Damn it's been good. Monday kicked off mine and my sweet friend Kirsten's 12 week weight loss challenge/competition/get it together whatever and I've done fabulous. toot toot mother fuckers. I've had a gallon of water every day since Sunday, and with the exception of today's slip up, I've been 98% on plan. Except I've thrown a little twist in. I'm kinda playing my own game of IIFYM. If it fits your macros for those of you who don't want to lose weight/live under a rock. In my world, IIFYM means as long as I hit the numbers Darin has set for protein/carbs/fat within the calorie limit, I can pretty much eat what I want. Here's the kicker to this though, you can't get 135 grams of protein a day eating taco bell. But I've discovered it's easier for me to eat better during the day, and then mess around with my dinner a little. It kinda takes a lot of planning on my part, so I pre-track all the food I want to eat the night before and leave dinner up for grabs with whatever macros I have left. Like Tuesday night I fit 3/4 of a tostinos pizza for dinner and a cup of greek yogurt for a late night snack. Wednesday night I had a chicken burrito from Moes. Weirdly enough I feel like I look smaller. I don't know if that's wishful thinking on my part or whatever but I don't feel so obsessive or crazy. OR I don't feel like if I eat a mini reeses cup that I've killed a bus full of blind orphans on the way to church. and I'm not like DYING for it to be Saturday night so I can binge on everything I've ever wanted. Which is a first.
workouts have been good. Kevin damn near killed me on Monday. I did a BILLION and 48 lunges and some KB swings where you like force it on the way down too and squats and these weird things where I carried a kettlebell 1482 different ways all over the place and these 1 arm TRX rows that, AT THE TIME OF THIS WRITING, my back still hurts. 3 days later. I did a butt ton of cardio tonight because I'm always in the negative there. MY LIFE. Darin gave me some at-home options to do before work that would trade for steady state time. Though they look less appealing than I thought they would. I would rather just call sleeping steady state cardio. I wonder if I thought about scary movies before I went to sleep and had nightmares, my heart rate would go up enough to count it for cardio? I don't even know if that would work. There is also a bunch of squats and lunges and fucking push ups I HATE PUSH UPS I can't even do real ones after like 19 months haha, and burpees and step ups. I don't even know what I'm gonna step up on because I'm kinda afraid I'll break my kitchen chairs and my bed is super wobbly and unstable, my dresser is too tall and my coffee table is too low. it's like the three bears story. except nothing I own is 'just right'. I'm clearly so tired I'm stupid.
anyways yall. I'm only weighing myself on Monday morning, even though I wanted to last night but my scales batteries are dead. I was devastated. that's a super dramatic word that probably isn't really necessary. I guess weighing myself isn't a necessity. Though I act like it's something I have to do to survive.
Oh and I finally got another actiped from the corporate wellness program at work, so if I do good and get my shit together and hit all the "goals" and get my points, I get a check for like $100 bucks every 3 or 4 months, I don't remember which. So, here's to hoping this bunch of awesome continues. and it will. #cantstopwontstop.
I really do need to stop. So with that being said, I'm off to pack my huge 6 pack bag with all kinds of food. People stare at me when I walk in what the huge bag. I mean, it's a huge bright pink bag with abs on it. I don't know what I expected, but it's handy as hell and it's basically my refrigerator purse. Anyways. End of story.
we can't stoppp and we won't stoppp. I know you read that like Miley sings it.
but it's my mouth I can say what I want to.
okay enough with the Miley quotes.
This week. Damn it's been good. Monday kicked off mine and my sweet friend Kirsten's 12 week weight loss challenge/competition/get it together whatever and I've done fabulous. toot toot mother fuckers. I've had a gallon of water every day since Sunday, and with the exception of today's slip up, I've been 98% on plan. Except I've thrown a little twist in. I'm kinda playing my own game of IIFYM. If it fits your macros for those of you who don't want to lose weight/live under a rock. In my world, IIFYM means as long as I hit the numbers Darin has set for protein/carbs/fat within the calorie limit, I can pretty much eat what I want. Here's the kicker to this though, you can't get 135 grams of protein a day eating taco bell. But I've discovered it's easier for me to eat better during the day, and then mess around with my dinner a little. It kinda takes a lot of planning on my part, so I pre-track all the food I want to eat the night before and leave dinner up for grabs with whatever macros I have left. Like Tuesday night I fit 3/4 of a tostinos pizza for dinner and a cup of greek yogurt for a late night snack. Wednesday night I had a chicken burrito from Moes. Weirdly enough I feel like I look smaller. I don't know if that's wishful thinking on my part or whatever but I don't feel so obsessive or crazy. OR I don't feel like if I eat a mini reeses cup that I've killed a bus full of blind orphans on the way to church. and I'm not like DYING for it to be Saturday night so I can binge on everything I've ever wanted. Which is a first.
workouts have been good. Kevin damn near killed me on Monday. I did a BILLION and 48 lunges and some KB swings where you like force it on the way down too and squats and these weird things where I carried a kettlebell 1482 different ways all over the place and these 1 arm TRX rows that, AT THE TIME OF THIS WRITING, my back still hurts. 3 days later. I did a butt ton of cardio tonight because I'm always in the negative there. MY LIFE. Darin gave me some at-home options to do before work that would trade for steady state time. Though they look less appealing than I thought they would. I would rather just call sleeping steady state cardio. I wonder if I thought about scary movies before I went to sleep and had nightmares, my heart rate would go up enough to count it for cardio? I don't even know if that would work. There is also a bunch of squats and lunges and fucking push ups I HATE PUSH UPS I can't even do real ones after like 19 months haha, and burpees and step ups. I don't even know what I'm gonna step up on because I'm kinda afraid I'll break my kitchen chairs and my bed is super wobbly and unstable, my dresser is too tall and my coffee table is too low. it's like the three bears story. except nothing I own is 'just right'. I'm clearly so tired I'm stupid.
anyways yall. I'm only weighing myself on Monday morning, even though I wanted to last night but my scales batteries are dead. I was devastated. that's a super dramatic word that probably isn't really necessary. I guess weighing myself isn't a necessity. Though I act like it's something I have to do to survive.
Oh and I finally got another actiped from the corporate wellness program at work, so if I do good and get my shit together and hit all the "goals" and get my points, I get a check for like $100 bucks every 3 or 4 months, I don't remember which. So, here's to hoping this bunch of awesome continues. and it will. #cantstopwontstop.
I really do need to stop. So with that being said, I'm off to pack my huge 6 pack bag with all kinds of food. People stare at me when I walk in what the huge bag. I mean, it's a huge bright pink bag with abs on it. I don't know what I expected, but it's handy as hell and it's basically my refrigerator purse. Anyways. End of story.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
maybe...just maybe...
I'm crossing my fingers things are maybeee back to normal for me..but here on the blog, we're back to the regularly scheduled programming of bitching and snark. I know you've all missed the drama.
I finally made it back to the gym. Halleuljah amen. My sweet bff Yvonne text me Saturday morning and said after reading my blog, we were gonna go to her gym and workout instead of doing something non-active, like going to McDonalds, haha. So off we went. We did some posterior chain work, then my conditioning workout. It was rough, but it was more fun than going alone. Then Sunday I got up and did some fasted cardio, and by fasted cardio I mean I woke up at 10, finally drug myself out of the bed at noon and went and did some treadmill sprints, which got canned per Darin, and logged some time on the sweet new stairmills they have the rush. then Monday happened, back to work with Kevin. We rescheduled one session 5 times I believe. Between him being sick, my moving and well life, it was like 20 days between sessions. Ooops. We did 3 rounds of 8 deadlifts, 8 kettlebell complexes per side (1 shoulder press, 1 reverse lunge, 1 swing per side = 1 rep...actually it equals 3 but who was counting?....me. I was counting.) then 8 squats. then lots of heavy kettlebell swings which are becoming my jam, and some slams. not my jam.
I tried to go to Zumba on Tuesday, but there were SO. MANY. PEOPLE. I literally couldn't handle it. I left after 2 songs to do some treadmill sprints and more stairs. I have this weird phase where I absolutely love something (zumba) and then I do it a few times and then never want to do it again. I had a new love affair with running on the treadmill for 30 seconds then hanging out on the side and resting for 30, then repeating for 10 minutes but Darin axed that. Which, when he pointed it out, I really do get it. Apparently it's not super safe, and he doesn't advocate anything but walking on a treadmill. It does require some coordination and you can only run as fast as the belt is going, and turning the speed down while you run could get tricky. Plus my knee still hurts and my IT band was tightening up again so I'm going to call that a loss. My legs are still sore as shit from Monday. Specifically my ass if anyone was wondering. no one? okay.
Today's workout was probably the best workout I've had in weeks, and surprise. It wasn't anything I was supposed to be doing, but oh well. I programmed my own little glute/hamstring workout plus 2 conditioning circuits. I did squats, lunges, step ups, Romanian dead lifts, single arm kettlebell swings (with a 30lb KB!), medicine ball slams, hack squats, leg curls, calf raises and some stair sprints. Not in that order, oh, and 3 sets of hang cleans because I was already in the squat rack and why the hell not? I was seriously in the zone today and it may not sound like much, but it made me SO FREAKIN HAPPY. Then I came home and made eggs and turkey sausage and drank some orange juice for carbs :) ALSO I got an entire gallon of water in today, which has become a rare occasion. I've peed NO less than 12 times....but I don't feel so puffy, like I was waking up and noticing my hands felt swollen. I'm happy with the way today has gone, and I remember exactly how much work its gonna be to lose the rest of this weight. I also remember how much it pisses me off when people respond to my weight loss with the words "that's so lucky"....um no. Luck doesn't have a damn thing to do with it. Luck is the dying wish of those who want to believe winning can happen by accident. no, no and for good measure, fuck no. I didn't wake up 100lbs lighter one day. I've worked my ass off (literally) and if I can do this, anyone can. It's not rocket science, and what I'm doing isn't undoable IF YOU WANT IT. If you want to lose weight for any reason other than because YOU want to, it wont work. So I suggest you find your reason and get to work, because it's gonna take a while. And you know what? that's okay. I have the rest of my life to get "good" at this, and the rest of my life to keep being healthy. When I get down to whatever weight I decide I want to be at, I can't go back to eating taco bell and ice cream, otherwise I'll go back to looking like the farm animal known as a cow. So if it takes me a little longer to lose the rest of this weight, it takes longer, because when I become miserable (like I was last week) then I just stop trying and that doesn't help anyone. So. here we go again. hitting the reset button...starting...now.
That's my rant for today, so with a belly full of water, eggs and turkey sausage, I'm off to take a hot bath and hope my muscles are sore tomorrow.
I finally made it back to the gym. Halleuljah amen. My sweet bff Yvonne text me Saturday morning and said after reading my blog, we were gonna go to her gym and workout instead of doing something non-active, like going to McDonalds, haha. So off we went. We did some posterior chain work, then my conditioning workout. It was rough, but it was more fun than going alone. Then Sunday I got up and did some fasted cardio, and by fasted cardio I mean I woke up at 10, finally drug myself out of the bed at noon and went and did some treadmill sprints, which got canned per Darin, and logged some time on the sweet new stairmills they have the rush. then Monday happened, back to work with Kevin. We rescheduled one session 5 times I believe. Between him being sick, my moving and well life, it was like 20 days between sessions. Ooops. We did 3 rounds of 8 deadlifts, 8 kettlebell complexes per side (1 shoulder press, 1 reverse lunge, 1 swing per side = 1 rep...actually it equals 3 but who was counting?....me. I was counting.) then 8 squats. then lots of heavy kettlebell swings which are becoming my jam, and some slams. not my jam.
I tried to go to Zumba on Tuesday, but there were SO. MANY. PEOPLE. I literally couldn't handle it. I left after 2 songs to do some treadmill sprints and more stairs. I have this weird phase where I absolutely love something (zumba) and then I do it a few times and then never want to do it again. I had a new love affair with running on the treadmill for 30 seconds then hanging out on the side and resting for 30, then repeating for 10 minutes but Darin axed that. Which, when he pointed it out, I really do get it. Apparently it's not super safe, and he doesn't advocate anything but walking on a treadmill. It does require some coordination and you can only run as fast as the belt is going, and turning the speed down while you run could get tricky. Plus my knee still hurts and my IT band was tightening up again so I'm going to call that a loss. My legs are still sore as shit from Monday. Specifically my ass if anyone was wondering. no one? okay.
Today's workout was probably the best workout I've had in weeks, and surprise. It wasn't anything I was supposed to be doing, but oh well. I programmed my own little glute/hamstring workout plus 2 conditioning circuits. I did squats, lunges, step ups, Romanian dead lifts, single arm kettlebell swings (with a 30lb KB!), medicine ball slams, hack squats, leg curls, calf raises and some stair sprints. Not in that order, oh, and 3 sets of hang cleans because I was already in the squat rack and why the hell not? I was seriously in the zone today and it may not sound like much, but it made me SO FREAKIN HAPPY. Then I came home and made eggs and turkey sausage and drank some orange juice for carbs :) ALSO I got an entire gallon of water in today, which has become a rare occasion. I've peed NO less than 12 times....but I don't feel so puffy, like I was waking up and noticing my hands felt swollen. I'm happy with the way today has gone, and I remember exactly how much work its gonna be to lose the rest of this weight. I also remember how much it pisses me off when people respond to my weight loss with the words "that's so lucky"....um no. Luck doesn't have a damn thing to do with it. Luck is the dying wish of those who want to believe winning can happen by accident. no, no and for good measure, fuck no. I didn't wake up 100lbs lighter one day. I've worked my ass off (literally) and if I can do this, anyone can. It's not rocket science, and what I'm doing isn't undoable IF YOU WANT IT. If you want to lose weight for any reason other than because YOU want to, it wont work. So I suggest you find your reason and get to work, because it's gonna take a while. And you know what? that's okay. I have the rest of my life to get "good" at this, and the rest of my life to keep being healthy. When I get down to whatever weight I decide I want to be at, I can't go back to eating taco bell and ice cream, otherwise I'll go back to looking like the farm animal known as a cow. So if it takes me a little longer to lose the rest of this weight, it takes longer, because when I become miserable (like I was last week) then I just stop trying and that doesn't help anyone. So. here we go again. hitting the reset button...starting...now.
That's my rant for today, so with a belly full of water, eggs and turkey sausage, I'm off to take a hot bath and hope my muscles are sore tomorrow.
Friday, January 10, 2014
excuses and exceptions
here's where I normally tell you guys how my week has went and what's up and bitch about what I see on instagram.
and while I will likely do that, I will say this.
this. is. hard.
I know I was just complaining last week about how I had a crappy gym day. I went back on new years day (to my work gym) and did krissy mae cagney's manic metcon. It was supposedly 30 reps of 9 exercises, repeated 5 times. I don't know why the hell I thought I could even do 3 rounds of 270 reps. It was like burpees, box jumps, push ups, thrusters, pull ups, decline sit ups, etc. I did one round and I'm not sure I didn't die for a few minutes. I honestly thought I might vomit all over the floor. that was January 1st. what have I done since then? nothing. I moved out of my mom's house to a pretty sweet apartment in East Asheville and I guess in my mind that's the end of me working out. Which, uh hello. Do I own a mirror? clearly this isn't the end. but it kinda feels like it. I've been at this for 18 months. I've literally never went this long in a YEAR AND A HALF without working out. and why I act like it's no big deal now, I don't know.
I guess my main issue right now is that I suck at holding myself accountable sometimes and I give in easily to temptation for some odd reason. I need to find new motivation. For a while, it was actual weight loss and now that I'm down to a "healthier size" relative to my previous weight/size, I guess I'm just tired of trying. I'm not patient, at all. That's one of the last words used to describe me. I don't deal well with waiting. I always, ALWAYS pay for next day shipping when I order anything. I guess because I'm at the stage of weight loss where it isn't 8 pounds in a week, I'm just over it. I stopped getting on the scale for a while and I don't have one at my new place (yet), because like I said earlier, I don't FEEL like I've gained weight. Everything still fits, I look normal, but yeah. No cardio, no weights, no nothing. I'm gonna try realllllllllly hard to convince myself to go do some conditioning and cardio tomorrow. I have NO FREAKIN EXCUSE especially since I'm legit like 5 minutes from any gym my little heart desires. herein lies the problem. there's no desire.
anyways, I'm not really sure what's about to happen. I'm gonna try to take things one day at a time. Moving out is hard ya'll. Especially when you do it so quickly. To go from living at home where I paid everything but rent but still not really having to be considerate of anyone, to completely taking care of yourself is kind of eye opening. Like, right now I'm just sitting in silence while I type this. It's just different. and sometimes I'm not so good with different. even though different is definitely a word I would use to describe myself. Though I would also use witty, smart, sassy, thoughtful, kind, impatient, impulsive and easily distracted.
So yeah. that's where I'm at right now with everything. I'm thinking I'm going to start over, just like my blog says. Try to go back to a time when I was excited about what I was doing, and even though those posts may be few and far between (ha!) I DID enjoy myself at points, and I had pretty good stretches of good weeks. When your brosef dies, things change. It's inevitable. While I still have a lot to deal with as far as that goes, I know he would say to get it together, that I have shit to do today. In those exact words. When I decided to call this blog "a chance to start over" I think I meant like, a chance to start over for good, but as sappy/stupid as this sounds, I guess every day is actually a chance to start over. So I'm gonna try to stop planning my life weeks in advance and deal with one day at a time. If I can make good choices and get some form of exercise in (now that I have Wi-Fi at home, there are a butt ton of jillian michaels DVDs and zumba routines on youtube and I have plenty of space in my new room to do them....just no desire at the moment) for the day, I'll be happy. Then repeat that x7 days....well you get the picture.
Workout with Kevin on Monday, then hopefully I'll be able to turn things around. At least get my water intake up and some cardio going. and less cookie eating. anything would be better than nothing at this point. I hope ya'll are doing better with you January (or enero for the Spanish speakers among us) goals than I am. BUT, I have 20 days to turn it around. So we'll see what happens.
oh, and I now have 400 followers on instagram, and if you aren't one of them...we can't be friends. seriously, @vkfreeman is my name and pictures are my game. find me. follow me. love me.#pleaseandthankyou
and while I will likely do that, I will say this.
this. is. hard.
I know I was just complaining last week about how I had a crappy gym day. I went back on new years day (to my work gym) and did krissy mae cagney's manic metcon. It was supposedly 30 reps of 9 exercises, repeated 5 times. I don't know why the hell I thought I could even do 3 rounds of 270 reps. It was like burpees, box jumps, push ups, thrusters, pull ups, decline sit ups, etc. I did one round and I'm not sure I didn't die for a few minutes. I honestly thought I might vomit all over the floor. that was January 1st. what have I done since then? nothing. I moved out of my mom's house to a pretty sweet apartment in East Asheville and I guess in my mind that's the end of me working out. Which, uh hello. Do I own a mirror? clearly this isn't the end. but it kinda feels like it. I've been at this for 18 months. I've literally never went this long in a YEAR AND A HALF without working out. and why I act like it's no big deal now, I don't know.
I guess my main issue right now is that I suck at holding myself accountable sometimes and I give in easily to temptation for some odd reason. I need to find new motivation. For a while, it was actual weight loss and now that I'm down to a "healthier size" relative to my previous weight/size, I guess I'm just tired of trying. I'm not patient, at all. That's one of the last words used to describe me. I don't deal well with waiting. I always, ALWAYS pay for next day shipping when I order anything. I guess because I'm at the stage of weight loss where it isn't 8 pounds in a week, I'm just over it. I stopped getting on the scale for a while and I don't have one at my new place (yet), because like I said earlier, I don't FEEL like I've gained weight. Everything still fits, I look normal, but yeah. No cardio, no weights, no nothing. I'm gonna try realllllllllly hard to convince myself to go do some conditioning and cardio tomorrow. I have NO FREAKIN EXCUSE especially since I'm legit like 5 minutes from any gym my little heart desires. herein lies the problem. there's no desire.
anyways, I'm not really sure what's about to happen. I'm gonna try to take things one day at a time. Moving out is hard ya'll. Especially when you do it so quickly. To go from living at home where I paid everything but rent but still not really having to be considerate of anyone, to completely taking care of yourself is kind of eye opening. Like, right now I'm just sitting in silence while I type this. It's just different. and sometimes I'm not so good with different. even though different is definitely a word I would use to describe myself. Though I would also use witty, smart, sassy, thoughtful, kind, impatient, impulsive and easily distracted.
So yeah. that's where I'm at right now with everything. I'm thinking I'm going to start over, just like my blog says. Try to go back to a time when I was excited about what I was doing, and even though those posts may be few and far between (ha!) I DID enjoy myself at points, and I had pretty good stretches of good weeks. When your brosef dies, things change. It's inevitable. While I still have a lot to deal with as far as that goes, I know he would say to get it together, that I have shit to do today. In those exact words. When I decided to call this blog "a chance to start over" I think I meant like, a chance to start over for good, but as sappy/stupid as this sounds, I guess every day is actually a chance to start over. So I'm gonna try to stop planning my life weeks in advance and deal with one day at a time. If I can make good choices and get some form of exercise in (now that I have Wi-Fi at home, there are a butt ton of jillian michaels DVDs and zumba routines on youtube and I have plenty of space in my new room to do them....just no desire at the moment) for the day, I'll be happy. Then repeat that x7 days....well you get the picture.
Workout with Kevin on Monday, then hopefully I'll be able to turn things around. At least get my water intake up and some cardio going. and less cookie eating. anything would be better than nothing at this point. I hope ya'll are doing better with you January (or enero for the Spanish speakers among us) goals than I am. BUT, I have 20 days to turn it around. So we'll see what happens.
oh, and I now have 400 followers on instagram, and if you aren't one of them...we can't be friends. seriously, @vkfreeman is my name and pictures are my game. find me. follow me. love me.#pleaseandthankyou
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