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The fat kid does The Fix

Have you heard of 21 Day Fix? I'm kind of the last to pay attention to things these days.

Like ebates. Have you guys heard of or used ebates? Because seriously, it's awesome. Go sign up with my link. MAKE ME MORE MONEY.

But I digress.

I've heard of 21 Day Fix before through various friends but never really paid attention to it. My 29th birthday showed up this past November though, and I decided that I wanted to change up my body for my 30th birthday. To look like I'm wearing Spanx when I'm not, to be frank. Know what I'm sayin'?

Naturally, I did nothing for a couple of months. Except talk about how I have "soooo much time!". January hit and I realized, "Crap. My 30th is THIS year. I should probably actually start doing something!"

Here's the long and the short of it: 21 Day Fix takes a lot of effort, but I don't have to count calories. I. DON'T. HAVE TO. COUNT. CALORIES.


There is still a lot of prep and effort that is going into this, but I don't have to actually count each stupid calorie. YASSS LORD. You have to figure out your calorie range, which dictates the amount of little cups you get per day. I like to think of them as measuring cups. 


You can eat up to X amount of each container per day. It varies based on your calorie range, so you're kiiiind of aware of the calorie situation, but it's not an overwhelming thought in my day. I eat every 2 hours or so, but it's really making me re-think the definition of "meal". Meals can be chicken & rice with hot sauce, or they can be sugar snap peas and homemade ranch. 

Since I'm eating all day and spreading it out with small "meals", it's manageable and I'm not hungry in-between meals. Plus I've barely had any dairy while on the program, just because of the stuff we've been prepping. I have an occasional... disagreement with dairy, so the last few days have been great with a minimal amount in my system. 

It's weird how I don't really miss the junky stuff I was eating. I think it was truly just time for a change. I never felt good, I felt sluggish, my energy would disappear before lunch time, and I just felt uncomfortable in my skin. It's only been 5 days, but I've already lost 7.7 lbs. 

SEVEN. POINT. SEVEN. POUNDS. 


I'll keep you all posted as this goes on (16 more days!), but suffice to say I'm feeling pretty pumped. The bearded wonder is also doing it with me and it is SO great having the support. He's doing a great job keeping up with everything and being so supportive. 

Get ready because the next post is aallll about the water and the workouts. Yowzer. 

Stay tuned friends! 

xo
A Redhead

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