In the past 30 days I have converted roughly 6 pounds into muscle
and lost a lot of inches from a lotta places-
I've stopped stubbornly saying I was going to eat what I wanted and when I wanted it,
which was really sad. I cried a lot when I made that decision.
I wasn't gaining by being stubborn: my relationship with food was getting
I started working out to DVDs - Jillian Michaels, Zumba, Billy Blanks...
I've held myself accountable to exercise at least five days a week
and hit it like a boss - I mean to sweat and sweat well.
The above photo is me after level 3 of the Thirty Day Shred - delighted to have not faltered on a single exercise after a long time of quitting. a lot.
I still give myself the ability to eat treats, because life sucks without brie and cupcakes:
I just don't get a box of six, justifying it in my mind that they're for the Mr:
I get one.
Having never had more than just a brief physical limitation before the accident, it makes me want to weep with gratitude that I have my body back - my wholeness back-
lots of people don't get so lucky.
I am baking bread (my treat for the workweek) tonight for the lovely Umber and Mme. Bookling
and speaking of which, I better get going!!!!
As I train more and get stronger I intend to share recipes that are high in protein and good fats that are mind-blowingly delicious
and talk a bit more about weight training and cardio
(though yoga is where my heart rests, no matter how challenging the pose!)
every once in a while, because it's a dialogue I like to have here with you:
I am off to prepare!!!