i had a coming to jesus talk with myself last night.
after eating endless amounts of easter candy, cooking whatever i’ve felt like eating, consuming entirely too many glutenous meals out, and drinking lots of shock top apple beers over the past few months — enough is enough.
the thought of being in a bikini in the near future [literally] frightens me. my pants are way too tight and my butt/thighs are way too jiggly.
i feel gross. i feel tired. i feel the effect of eating poorly.
and whether it’s the fact that i’m in a happy relationship and am completely content, or just the prolonged winter blues … there’s no excuse for it.
so no more candy or peanut butter cinnamon toast crunch cereal. no more eating whatever i feel like eating whenever i feel like eating it. it’s time to hit the trail on the days i don’t workout with my trainer, time to straighten up and tighten up. time to regain my energy and motivation, get back to eating healthy and living healthy.