I have DROPPED the ball, people - dropped it big time.
Before I left for England, I was hitting up the gym 3-4 times per week and I was REALLY watching what I ate. This left me feeling great. I was in the zone. I was on workout auto-pilot. I was kicking my fat cell's asses.
Then I went to England.
And got in vacation mode.
And enjoyed myself.
And didn't work out.
Then I got back to Oregon.
And all of this continued.
Jocelyn vs fat cells is currently not going very well for me...or my butt. Or my arms. Or my ________ (insert body part).
I need to get back in the zone, and tomorrow is the day. I get married in exactly 196 days. This may seem like a while away - but in fat cell burning time, that is practically tomorrow. The time has come. I must get back on the ball, or the elliptical, for that matter. I am refusing to be mad at myself because that is not going to get me anywhere but to the bottom of a bag of chips. This needs to be as much about positive thinking as it is about breaking a sweat and embracing leafy greens.
And, for the record, this is not me on the search for size 2 jeans. After years in high school of fretting about every SINGLE thing I ate, I have come to a place of acceptance with my curves, however, curves are one thing - extra flab clinging tightly to the curves is not what I am going for. So - I am getting back in my zone. Back to the grind. Back to a life of HEALTH - it is a good life, just one that seems to easily get away from me. Wish me luck and have a great Monday.