Warning! This post is going to be honest and contain real numbers.
You’ve all heard me say time and time again that I’m not at my healthiest weight/fittest shape. Well, as of today (yes, a Wednesday and not a Monday), I’m going to seriously work toward number twelve on my list of 52, get down to 130 pounds. And yes, I know it’s not always about the number on the scale, it’s how your clothes fit and how you feel but let me tell you, I was fit and weighing 132 pounds this time last year, and it never felt better.
That and I saw some photographs. I’m not going to say of who or of what, but that fire was lit. I said to myself, “self, you want this BAD!” And so, I’m going to get it.
My plan of attack: well, it took me about two months to get out of my workout routine and put on this poundage, so it’ll most likely take that long if not more to take it all off, and then some. I’m going to go back to writing down each and every thing I’m consuming; not to count calories but just be aware of how much I’m taking in each day. And to top it off, I chose a race in September that I’d like to set a PR with, so, I will be hitting the streets once again.
To make my plan even more accountable, I will be “weighing in” each and every Wednesday. Not because I want your praise but more so I want the pressure of knowing that someone may be reading this and keeping track. Clean eating and kicking ass.
So here it goes:
Starting weight: 144lbs.