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If you hadn't already noticed, I'm back on at Fitday.com, logging everything I eat and each of my workouts.
I need to refocus myself on eating healthier. It's not that I'm not eating well -- my diet is still infinitely better than it was a couple of years ago, and I have no desire at this point to down a plate of fettucine alfredo, once my favorite dinner -- but I can tell that I'm gradually introducing bad things into my diet, with the "just this once" excuse.
Also, we recently purchased a Bowflex and a rack of dumbbells so we didn't have to go to a gym anymore, which has been wonderful. I can work out at 1 a.m. at home if I want. But I've come to find out that it's much, much easier to say, "I'll work out later," then not work out at all when I run out of gas at the end of the day.
When we attended a gym regularly, I was more or less compelled to work out regardless of how much I wanted to cave in, because the BF and I went together, and he'd provide a swift kick in the ass in the morning. "I'm leaving in 15 minutes," he'd say. And I'd roll myself into the bathroom, wash the makeup and sleep from my eyes, tie the hair back, throw on a baseball cap, sports bra and spandex and get a few more minutes of shuteye on the way to the gym. Hey, at least it got me there. And once you're there, you may as well get working.
Now, it's all up to me. And that's not good. But I'm trying.
My goal is to get back to where I was six months ago, which was the peak of my physical fitness.
Keep me honest here.
Current mood: Diligent