Yet things continue to get in the way.
As most of you know, my big sister's wedding is coming up this June and I am lucky enough to be the fabulous maid of honor. I am so so SO super psyched about the wedding: it's going to be the best party EVER. In my head I had always thought that I'd lose a ton of weight this year in preparation: really get on a diet/exercise plan and shed those extra pounds that have always bothered me. Well kids, I forgot that I have zero motivation for this kind of thing. Sure, I like to go out and run every once in a while, but it's far too sporadic to make any kind of real impact. Plus my serious beer drinking habit is not helping helping things along at all. Oops.
Anyway, this new gym opened near my house/on my way to and from work. It's a personal training gym and I've always thought that the only thing that would get my ass in gear would be a personal trainer: someone who's going to kick my ass and keep me accountable. So, I've pretty much decided that I'm going to put a decent chunk of my laptop savings toward a personal trainer, at least for the next two months. A healthy body is more important than some personal technology, right? RIGHT? I keep trying to tell myself this.
Plus, when I reach my goal weight, I can actually wear stuff like this:
