So I started working out. Oh boy here we go. Yeah, me working out ha ha that’s a laugh. I haven’t worked out like for real for real worked out in I don’t know how long. Last I can remember I was a cheerleader so there you go, I’m almost 30 now LOL. (I cheered in middle school and 9th grade. (😂😭😑) so anyway I’m on this work and I’m just really been trying to stick to it. I’m not trying to have the typical mom body (no offense to anyone) or be super out of shape or not be able to walk to my mailbox without panting and gasping for air.
Not saying that everyone should go on some crazy work spree, I’m just saying for me I needed to work out. I’m just tired of picking up clothes and not being able to fit them or looking at that cute dress and saying I wish I didn’t have a gut. I want to be proud of my body I want to be able to look in the mirror and say good job.
Aside from that, I’m just really tired of the same question everyone always asks “OMG are you pregnant?” In which I have to turn and respond with “Nope my last baby is now 10 months old, lmao. But fitness wasn’t my only issue. I needed to quit smoking and start eating right. It also probably doesn’t help that I can wake up at 1am craving candy and eat the nerds in my nightstand drawer. 😑😑
I have also had some health scares and it helps to be healthy to combat those and help your body recover. I want to be there for my kids and I want them to outlive me. I can’t do that being a lazy couch potato. Now it’s not all me just being a bum. A huge part of it was dealing with postpartum and then depression and a lot of stress with school and bills piling up and life. That can take a toll. But it helps to be healthy so you can at least tackle things with a clean and clear mind.
Well I’m currently about to end week two of my workout and quitting smoking journey. I’ve had success with almost being completely smoke free and with completing two weeks in the gym and when I couldn’t get to the gym I worked out at home.
So here goes nothing. I’m starting my fitness journey. After fighting it for years and putting it off. It’s time to get my act together. So what better way other than seeing progress in the mirror than to document what you’re going through, so you can look back and see what you have overcome. I’m pretty sure this is going to be a crazy but hilarious journey to follow.
Feel free to enjoy my struggles, pain and success with me, lol.
Always Remember You’re Beautiful!
Lola