Seriously. I obviously need to be on some sort of structured eating plan and exercise schedule for the rest.of.my.life. Why? Why can't I just absorb the things I learn and know are good and work and continue them without such a concerted effort? It sucks.
So, I'm dragging my out of shape husband (who has done a great job of dropping some serious lbs over the last 6 months) into a new intense exercise program. We are going to get strong and fit and STAY that way...dammit.
I shall not post pictures. It's not my thing, but if I like the way I look in two months or so, maybe I will. I'm hoping to finally LIKE how I look in a tank top. Since giving up my dream of bikini ready tummy, I'm going to focus on my arms and back. That's almost as good as hot abs...ok, not really, but it's a solid second.
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No more of a loser than I am... oh wait, it's documented that I *am* a loser so I guess we'll have to be losers together.
I don't think I'm ever going to manage to motivate myself to loose weight & I hate that fact, but the problem is I don't care enough to do something about it. Blah.
Sending you all the vibes I can muster for commitment & success on your goal... here's hoping they work for you betetr than they did(n't) for me!
You know what's funny? I'd take a sexy arms/back over flat abs anyday. I USED to have a lean & muscular back from dancing. It was one of the first things Matt ever commented on being sexy. He used to love how strong and cut my back was. Now it's flabby. Ditto with the arms. But I'm working on it :)
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