Today, as I was trying to push myself to actually run as far as I had origionally planned, I thought about why I just can’t get rid of these last five pounds. When I quit smoking almost 4 years ago, I packed on ten pounds that never came off. After having a child, I’ve collected another 5.
For two years now I’ve worked out consitsntly. I rarely ever eat out, maybe one meal a month!
I only drink alcohol once maybe twice a week, and I cut out all beverages (other than water of course) besides 2 cups of coffee a day.
There isn’t much more I can do other than go on some crazy fad diet.
I won’t do that!
I guess I’m just going to have to start working out 9 or 10 times a week rather than the 5 I do now.
Ugh. I’m determined though. I will do it.
My goal weight is just to get under 130 (I’m 134 now) but the more important thing than the number is getting this roll off my belly so I can be comfy in jeans again.
Today, 3 miles and an obstical course. But splurged with a bowl of icecream & a Dr. Pepper. Ge’ez, no wonder!
