What I didn't count on was what moving was going to do to my waistline. Moving is giving me a muffin top y'all. And that's just not cool.
See, I was super prepared with meal plans leading up to the move out date but then sort of slacked off the weekend we moved in. It was hamburgers, hot wings and pizza for days. And let's not forget lunch. We had to eat something while we unpacked the kitchen and Chick-fil-A is so close by and their fries are SO GOOD.
Blecch. I finally made it to the farmer's market last week for some fresh fruit and veggies and am slowly starting to get my mojo back in the kitchen but now I need to step up the workout game a bit.
We live two blocks from a park and I plan on walking down there with the boy everyday this week just to fit in a little exercise. I also think I'll get back to walking in the mornings (when not under a deadline) and then waiting until his morning nap to shower and get myself together. I have no doubt this will help kickstart my fitness mojo. I was doing pretty good, and then....packing.
Thirty-five will be here before I know it and at this point it's not about being "thin" but being fit and healthy. When I don't work out I don't feel good and when I don't feel good, I'm not the best parent or wife because I'm lazy and just want to sleep. But when I work out and eat right, I feel like I can take on the world. And that makes me happy.
So here's to hoping I can snap out of my funk and make the effort to get my ass in gear so I can get a Beyonce booty just in time for my next birthday.
What motivates you to work out?
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