I am in a rut. I am not sure if it’s actually a
rut if you are in the same “rut” for 6+ months… It might have been upgraded to
a habit or lifestyle. Either way I need to get out of it, I need to refocus but
I feel like I just don’t know how anymore. I have no idea how I made a decision
last year, stuck with it, and ended up losing 30 pounds. Those Mf’ers are back
and I want need to get rid of them again. Fa Reals, Forever, good bye, adios, get
the hell out of here and take my fat pants with you GONE. Saying one thing and
making it sound special and pretty its great and all but the question is, can I
do it? can I say no? can I push away pies, doughnuts, bean burritos, and pizza?
Can I push my needs to the forefront and shove my stomachs wants to the back
burner? I know I just need to have faith in myself, push myself, and tell the
my stomach, my doubts, and the pizza guy to F*&k OFF! (sorry pizza guy, it’s
not your fault. Please don’t spit in my cheat meal)
I did it before, I can do it again…right?
RIGHT?! Hells yes I can… I think. Shit. I can do it! If Gabrielle Iglesias can
say no to a few tacos then so can I!
Good Lord, my mind really goes off into a weird
place sometimes. I just went back and re-read that sentence. Welcome to the
upside down, chaotic, hungry world my brain lives in…
Ok so I will do it again! I will keep it off! I
will say no! I will not go into the break room when they have doughnuts, and
BBQ, and Chick Fila. I will cut down my caffeine! I will start prepping my
foods again. If my stomach doesn’t like it then it can get the hell out! I will
go to the gym and I won’t leave until I am the crying, sweating , sore, can’t
breathe mess of a person. No more wussing out on workouts or leaving early. Me
and my body are numero uno (tied for first with my family). No more “easy”
meals, it takes just as much time to make a salad and grill some chicken as it
does to make egg burritos. I will remember that enjoying restaurants does not
revolve entirely around the food but the company. I do not deserve anything, I must
work for my cheat meals and days of rest. I don’t need pizza. I do need to run.
Working out is a privilege that is denied to many, quit taking it for granted. And
when my stomach gets in a drunken sorority girl type brawl with my mind over
what I am going to eat I will not let the hair pulling, nail scratching, and
screaming deter me from my salad. SO THERE.
Some ramdom motivation for everyone!
