I have declared war...on my waistline. Specifically, the extra 10 lbs that has taken up residence there since late winter/early spring. I've made a halfhearted effort this summer to do something about it, but this weekend I had a moment of clarity...not surprisingly, it was right around the time I realized that I only have two pairs of jeans and one pair of (non workout) shorts that fit comfortably and that's not okay. So, this means:
-no fried food. I'm taking this on a week by week basis. Okay, day by day. Yesterday (aka Day 1) was okay...I even resisted the loaded fries (think cheese, bacon, and green onions...with ranch dressing) at the bar we went to for a friend's birthday, which is huge.
-running or gym 5-7 times/week for at least 30 mins/day. And at least some sort of lifting 2-3x/week.
-only one serving of cheese/day. ONE.
-Ice cream 1x/week. Maybe twice.
Now of course, concessions will be made for special occasions and stuff like that. But overall, something has got to give, before my pants give. Out.
So I think you can tell how the eating better part of my life has been going...not great. Thankfully, running/workout part has been going a lot better even with the heat (which I am still praying breaks soon). I'm pacing a half marathon the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, so all my weather powering juju is going towards that morning (for the race) and afternoon (for Katie's wedding). Thankfully the temps are supposed to cool off a little bit this week/weekend so maybe we'll catch a break for a few days.
Is it naptime yet?