I'm sick of feeling like shit about myself.
I'm hoping I finally mean that.
I feel like I do... but... the motivation to actually stick with something beyond a handful of days has been elusive up to this point.
It turns out having your kids with you 24 hours a day, makes it even harder to put your needs first.
I'd really like to replace the amount of time I feel shame about my lack of effort...
with... pride at actually making a fucking effort.
So I'm just going to say I'm now trying to get into a 12 week challenge with myself.
To actually do what I know I should do.
And stop making nutella paninis (damn you Mario Batali!).
I started today.
I think I have to stick under 1400 calories now that I'm a) not breastfeeding and b)comprised of much more fat than I used to be.
I'm also going to do my "I think I might be having a heart attack" Cathe Fredrick step aerobics DVD (for real peeps... it's insane) 5 times a week.
I think I mean it this time.
12 weeks... 15 pounds... back to my glory