I told my fiancé (it’s still taking me a while to get used to calling him that!) on Sunday I was getting myself together and not to let me snack on bad foods at night. I said no matter how much I wanted to, he shouldn’t let me. Then on Monday I ate my healthy breakfast, healthy lunch then a decent dinner. After dinner I went for a donut and he looked at me with the biggest smile and said, “You can’t eat that. You told me to tell you not to, so I’m telling you not to!”
And since, I’ve been doing okay. Having someone to help keep you on track is a good thing. I don’t mind that I have him over my shoulder. I probably need it to stay motivated.
I’ve also been working out again too. 30 minutes per day. Nothing major, 20 minutes of intense workouts (thank you Comcast onDemand) and then a quick 10 minute jog on the treadmill. It’s nothing epic at all, but it’s better than nothing. I’ve been doing this since Monday and all of my muscles hurt. But it’s a good hurt. It’s a constant reminder of the good things.
The place where working out and eating healthy gets difficult is the weekend. There’s more free time and temptation is to get into things you shouldn’t. Then also, when there are social events, it’s extremely hard. Especially when people start to ask questions and even worse when people tell you you’re fine.
I’ll keep working though. One month until a huge huge huge trip. All of this hard work will be worth it.