My body is in no shape to be seeing the sun whilst in a swim suit.
I'm canceling my membership to the gym I've loved for two years now. Life is changing and I'm just not able to leave the house as frequently as before. It's time to start working out from home.
My bicycle and I have been separated for a couple of months now, a situation that needs to be remedied immediately. While a good hour at the gym feels great, nothing leans this girl out like time on the bike. I must get back to pedaling.
I've gained two pounds. This isn't much. And for the most part I'm not concerned. But the fact that I've lost a lot of muscle and let it turn into blubber isn't making me very happy.
So.
Here's my goal.
10 pounds in three months. Totally doable. Just a little over three pounds per month.
That would put me at 115. A number I haven't seen on the scale since I was about four months pregnant with Sugar. Which woulda been a little over eight years ago.
115 seems ridiculous. But I want to do it.
I was trying to think of what I could reward myself with and then it hit me, duh. Vacation.
And a new swim suit!
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