It's not Wednesday yet but I have a big confession: I've lost my Fitness mojo. I haven't been exercising, my eating habits are redonkulous, and I've gained a bunch of fatty weight over the past few months.
I told myself that I would start exercising and working out again in the mornings since Joey's new work schedule causes me to wake up a lot earlier, but even though I'm awake at 4:30am my bed is just too comfortable and turning on Netflix is just so much easier.
I was proud of myself for drinking more water recently, so I realized I should start eating healthier snacks and downsizing my portions a little. But we celebrated Merizo's fiesta (which I'll post about later this week) on Sunday and the food was too good to pass up. And though I vowed I would eat better Monday, the smell of barbecued meat was too much for me to handle so this happened:
I can't just wait for motivation to strike anymore. It's about damn time I take responsibility for my unhealthy actions because my body, mood, and skin are suffering from it. I know this is going to be a pain in the ass, but it needs to be done. Though I can't give up bacon or cheese or coffee, I can trade my potato chips for apple chips and my candies to almonds. It's a start, right?
Any little effort I make will only benefit me, so I'm going to drag my ass out of bed in the mornings and get a good sweat worked up to start my day - after sex, of course. And you're more than welcome, in fact I invite you, to call my ass out on it. Tweet me, or leave me a comment (or tag) on Instagram to remind/motivate me to get the fuck up and get shit done.
Now tell me: Do you need a fit kick too? What exercise/workout programs have you tried? What do you do to curb your cravings? What is your favorite workout song?
