Dear Old Me,
I'm sorry darling, but you have to go. You are a bit lazy and your ability to be my enabler is not helping me. It's definitely you, and not me. I can't go into 2013 and reach my goals with your donut laden hips and pasta filled belly weighing me down. So, here is where we must part ways.
I won't miss you, except on really cold nights when your extra padding kept me warm. It's okay. I have a blanket.
We've been friends for a long time and together-together for a year and you're no good for me. Although you're comfortable and I may want to run back to you sometimes, I won't because I'm better than that and I'm better than you. And the next time you see me, you won't believe the girl I've become. But if it all goes to plan, the only time I'll ever see you in a picture I keep to remind me of what I never want to be again.
Sincerely, New Me
So there is it - the break-up. Let the normal steps begin.
Obviously step one is the workout plan. Check.
Next - new haircut, doing that in the morning.
Third - clean out closet - that's on this afternoon's agenda.
Fourth - never look back.
As far as last week's goals, I had no donuts or beignets and I worked out five times. I didn't get all my water in but made a vast improvement in getting there. So how did all that hard work and sacrifice get for me when I stepped on the scale - I lost... ZERO pounds! That's right - not one little ounce gone.
For those of you who are thinking and getting ready to comment, but muscle is denser than fat and weighs more. Come see, let me punch you with my fat arm.
But my clothes fit just a little better. And I'm not going to be deterred that easily. Just watch me. I'll get there.
So this week's goals are to workout five times and stay at 1200 calories a day. (I downloaded the MyFitnessPal app to aid in this)
See you back here next Friday with an update on how I'm doing post break-up with my cute new 'do.