I make no apologies for my last post being a low-spirited one, so hey, here’s a sliver of another.
I mentioned that I lost my grandfather on February 28, 2013. At that time I was also at my goal weight of 130lbs. I bought these $80 size 6 jeans from New York and Company and I was rocking them. Woo-hoo? No woo-hoo. Most people starve themselves when they’re depressed, but I’m the one who will rob the pizza delivery man for all the scraps in the backseat.
The result of that mentality…gaining 28lbs in the past year and a half. Totally not proud.
You can imagine how that has played into my “funk” this week. Especially after stepping on a scale for the first time in six months.
So today, I make a promise to myself in writing.
I will be 130 again. Hell, maybe 125 by this time next year.
I know what to do to lose. I’ve done it before. It’s just time to put that motivation mentality to work.
A year ago this month I started applying for jobs in my field. Obviously today, that goal has gotten me ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE…and although it’s disappointing, I haven’t given up on my search.
I may have no control over that last thing, but I control my happiness and the number one thing that needs to change is my ass…by getting it into shape.