well, we are drawing to the close of another 8 week session. i think tomorrow is the last class before classes start up in november, but i'm not sure. there are always rumblings, but you never quite hear the truth. i've heard variations on it many times over the last couple of days...does it end friday or not? ugh. i'm not hauling my ass out of bed at 5:30 on monday if that is not the case.
i dont know what i'm going to do for november/december. i was debating about taking the 6am bikini boot camp, but it means shelling out $250, versus the free classes i currently take. and with bikini, you are forbidden to eat or drink certain items, and i know there are quite a few occasions coming up where i'd be expected to partake, so really...is it worth shelling out that kind of money, only to let yourself down? not really. as it is, i know what i should be doing and i do journal daily, so i think i'm on the right track.
the other day, as added incentive, i decided to try on all the dresses in my closet. well, the one i specifically use to measure progress was not comfortable at all. when i bought it back in january of 09, it was a bit snug. i had purchased it especially for our final dinner at our work convention in mexico and by the time i got to mexico, it fit wonderfully and was comfortable. i can not say the same now: there is NO way i could sit down in it without hearing a big RIP! and sure, i probably could go out and buy spanx, but why when i know that i can diet and exercise. all it means from me is being more diligent and careful and maybe staying away from the pub on friday nights, or at the very least, staying away from schooners and drinking water instead. terribly boring, but it does help.
so that is where i stand now in terms of motivation. that black dress HAS TO fit by the beginning of march when our next convention comes around. we're going to maui, so i want to tighten up. i realise that genetics might play into it and wreak havoc in terms of expecting ALL the muffin top and fat ass to go away, but if i could reduce *some* of it and fit comfortably back into my black dress (the proverbial measuring stick of success or failure), then i would be infinitely happy.
all i know is that i have to WORK HARDER. there is no other option.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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well, we are drawing to the close of another 8 week session. i think tomorrow is the last class before classes start up in november, but i'm not sure. there are always rumblings, but you never quite hear the truth. i've heard variations on it many times over the last couple of days...does it end friday or not? ugh. i'm not hauling my ass out of bed at 5:30 on monday if that is not the case.
i dont know what i'm going to do for november/december. i was debating about taking the 6am bikini boot camp, but it means shelling out $250, versus the free classes i currently take. and with bikini, you are forbidden to eat or drink certain items, and i know there are quite a few occasions coming up where i'd be expected to partake, so really...is it worth shelling out that kind of money, only to let yourself down? not really. as it is, i know what i should be doing and i do journal daily, so i think i'm on the right track.
the other day, as added incentive, i decided to try on all the dresses in my closet. well, the one i specifically use to measure progress was not comfortable at all. when i bought it back in january of 09, it was a bit snug. i had purchased it especially for our final dinner at our work convention in mexico and by the time i got to mexico, it fit wonderfully and was comfortable. i can not say the same now: there is NO way i could sit down in it without hearing a big RIP! and sure, i probably could go out and buy spanx, but why when i know that i can diet and exercise. all it means from me is being more diligent and careful and maybe staying away from the pub on friday nights, or at the very least, staying away from schooners and drinking water instead. terribly boring, but it does help.
so that is where i stand now in terms of motivation. that black dress HAS TO fit by the beginning of march when our next convention comes around. we're going to maui, so i want to tighten up. i realise that genetics might play into it and wreak havoc in terms of expecting ALL the muffin top and fat ass to go away, but if i could reduce *some* of it and fit comfortably back into my black dress (the proverbial measuring stick of success or failure), then i would be infinitely happy.
all i know is that i have to WORK HARDER. there is no other option.
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