I posted a while ago with some silly talk about losing a butt load of weight in time for a trip to Mexico. Did I mention that this blog is all satire and humour? I was purely joshing? I actually intended to gain weight? Oh, I didn’t? Shit.
Well, I actually meant it. I did try. Really, I did. I was on a clean eating diet for about 2 weeks. A bit more actually. I went all South Beach and cleans-y on my ass. I was working out at least 5 times a week. It was even starting to work. My chiropractor, upon grabbing my shoulders to release some car-accident pain, told me I felt ‘muscly’. My pants didn’t squeeze me like an angry waist-python. I was less bloated. So, why did I stop?
I got lazy, tired and bored. I wanted to eat something sweet and salty, preferably all in one (or twenty) bites. My willpower lost batteries and died a horrible, ice cream induced death.
I am going to try again. I am going to put down the leftover Valentines heart-shaped cookies I lovingly made with my daughter and go for a run. Tomorrow. Or the day after that. For reals.
I will let you know how it goes. Can I still lose 10 lbs before the last week of March?