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I'm tired, ya'll.

I don't say "ya'll" often. I think I'm too tired to think of a different way of addressing the general populace. Plus, saying "I'm tired, general populace" is just too darn long.

Anyway. I went to the gym today despite reeaalllly not wanting to. I'm glad I did though! I mean I'm sore and sleepy, but I think that's what'll make this weekend so nice, since I won't work out at all Saturday or Sunday. But I think going to the gym Monday-Friday makes up for that. =)

I've officially started adding cardio in to my workouts, so I can be wedding dress ready in a few short months! My week should look like this when I'm done:

Monday: 30 mins Workout A from NROLFW
Tuesday: 30 mins kick butt elliptical time + bench dips
Wednesday: 30 mins Workout B from NROLFW
Thursday: 30 mins kick butt elliptical time, no bench dips. The Redhead is sore.
Friday: 30 mins kick butt workout A from NROLFW

A month-ish ago I would've slapped you in the face if you told me I was going to spend Monday-Friday in the gym.

I wouldn't have called you a whore though; I'm nicer than he is.
But now, on the other side of it, I'm pretty happy with what's happening already. I've dropped 2 lbs this week, and as far as I can tell I've lost an inch each off my hips and my waist. My co-workers are even starting to notice the difference, which is also suuuuper encouraging.

I feel like I'm on a kick that's actually going to result in a change this time. I'm making changes instead of drastic cuts in my diet. I'm eating about ½ as much as I used to, and trying not to snack nearly as much.

Wanna hear something crazy? I got an iced venti nonfat caramel macchiato from Starbucks today. WAAIIIT DON'T FLOG ME! I only drank half of it. Pinky promise. The other half is still sitting in the Sbux cup in the fridge waiting for the treacherous journey down to my gullet tomorrow morning. So not only am I saving money by paying 1 amount (though this drink was freeeee!), but I'm saving a lot of calories! Woohoo! I'm not saying I plan on drinking a Starbucks drink everyday (though we all know I could), but hey if I want a treat, I don't feel too bad about a tall (small) drink. =)

I've seen this floating around on Pinterest, and I have to say I am feeling sorry as I go through this process…

I'm really, truly, terribly sorry that I wasn't serious about this last year.

I'm sorry that this summer I won't be wearing the cute kelly green or pale yellow shorts I set out to don as a result of my hard work.
I'm sorry that instead of toned arms I could've been sculpting for the last year, my proposal night pictures have flabby arms flying in the winds of our twirls and spins.
I'm sorry that I've been so lazy- having great intentions but not doing a darn thing about it.
I'm sorry that I'm starting so late.
I'm sorry that I have to work twice as hard now in ½ the time.

That being said though…

I'm not sorry that I started at all. 

I've got just under 4 months to make up for a lost year. I know I won't hit the goals I originally set, but I want to drop a few pounds and gain muscle. That I can definitely do in this time. And you know what? If that doesn't happen... I still like myself. I'm still a happy person. I still have great friends, a good job, a wonderful fiance and a bright future.

<3
A Redhead

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  1. You chose to start. You may not have started last year, or 6 months ago, or 10 years aog, but YOU CHOSE TO START. That is all that matters and I'm so proud of you!!!

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  2. I'm so proud of you love! Keep it up! :)

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  3. HURRAY!!! *HUGS*

    BTW, private message me your Fitocracy handle. I may try to start logging my dancing again and use it to start working on my core again. We can encourage each other on this! :-)

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