On New Years Day in 2013 I remember feeling like crap because I was bloated, chubby, hung over, and not excited about my job. I promised myself I would eat healthier and drink less alcohol. By April I was working out three times a week, eating healthier meals, and cut back on my drinking. My family and friends noticed I slimmed down by summer and all the compliments felt great. I signed up for two work out classes at a community centre in the fall and although my muscles ached, my body felt great. I was a machine. At the start of 2014 I was in Brasil with my husband and initially I kept up with running and some at home exercises. I was eating well as the year went on however, my routine started to change because I was exercising less and less. It wasn’t until Halloween that guilt started to creep in, I felt bad for not exercising and falling back on my progress. The yo-yo continued as one week I would exercise and eat well and the next I was snacking, over eating, and chugging too many beers.
Not an accurate reflection of what anyone actually looks like lounging around their house in January.
The weather. It’s cold, bleak and dark. It either snows or snains. Continue reading
After I read this post on tumblr, I needed to rebloged the full post because it gave me yet another “ah-ah!” moment which I’ve been having as a new year approaches.
2012 will be the year when many of us finally have the courage to live life the way we want to, after all … some say it will be our last year. And I’d much rather live 2012 like it was … just in case.