We made it through another holiday season alive, y'all. It's a crapshoot from November 1 - December 26. Only the strong survive. Sorry I took a wee little unannounced break there. It was blog or sleep and since I was only getting 4-5 hours of sleep per night (brown chicken brown cow), I chose sleep. Can we still be friends?
Raise your hand if you gained a couple (or twenty) pounds this season (timidly raises hand). Yeah. Fuckin' delicious treats and lack of exercise motivation (scoffs at nothing in particular but my own damn lack of self control - GET IT TOGETHER, BETCH). I've only gained a couple of pounds, but overall I just feel softer and unhealthy and like my blood is slowly turning into sugary sludge.
Probably has something to do with not getting enough sleep and eating my weight in my son's stocking stuffers. And going through drive-thrus while I was Christmas shopping. Quesarito, y u gotta be so tasty? Also, I am the WORST night time snacker. Give me allllll the carbs after 9pm. Give 'em. And hey there, irregular workouts. How's that 1-2 times a week going? Spoiler alert: I'm not doing awesome at the fit life right now.
Oops. I guess I'm human.
Now that the season of giving is over, who's ready to get selfish? It's time to make
health looking good naked a priority again. I ain't about the jiggly lyfe, I've worked too hard. Y'all too. Did you feel good about yourself when you were bigger? I sure as shit didn't. I will not let that happen again.