Here's my thing: I have a tendency to take an idea, run with it as fast as I possibly can, and then dropping it like a bad habit anywhere from 24-48 hours after the obsession begins. Whether it's blogging, career possibilities, or working out, I go from 90 to nothin' pretty quickly.
I had determination to workout once. It began in early 2010 and lasted until about 2012. I'd go to the gym 5 times per week, count my calories. I got to my lowest weight and I still wanted to lose more. Looking back, I wish I could have just been happy at that weight instead of always striving to be thinner. This isn't going to turn into a story about an eating disorder; I just lost motivation and now I'm 15 pounds heavier than that lowest weight, and 5 pounds heavier than my usual fluctuation level.
This pisses me off to no end, and I'm done with it. Yeah, I have a full time job. Half of my job requires me to go to breakfasts and lunches and dinners where sometimes they have healthy options, and other times it's coconut shrimp galore. Because of all my before hours and after hours events, getting to the gym isn't nearly as easy as it used to be. In addition to which, I'm used to having a gym in my apartment complex or a 5 minute drive down the road. Now my gym is 5 miles away and takes about 15 minutes to get to on a good day. Motivation? I think not.
So what I'm saying is I'm hopping back on the fitness train. I'm not going to annoy the shit out of my Instagram followers with #fitlife posts or #progress. I'm just throwing away my excuses and taking it one step at a time. I'm giving myself one cheat day a week, and I will not go batshit crazy eating whatever I want on those days. I will plan my workouts ahead of time so I don't have an excuse for a half-ass workout. I'll force myself to go even when I don't want to, but I'll acknowledge my days that I really need rest. And for once, I'll feel 100% confident in a bikini. Summer 2014, I'm ready for ya (or I will be).