As expected I've already grown tired of this lifestyle change I wanted. Last Monday was like the best day (and the only day I almost completely followed through with my "healthiness"). I woke up early, got the kids ready and to their separate day cares on time. Went back home, made a smoothie, completed a Jillian Michaels 30 min video on YouTube (minus the planks, those are hard as shit!), figured out what to do to my awful braid-out [see picture], showered, got dressed, left for work on time, caught the bus from the employee lot on time (I can never seem to do that), bought a salad from Chili's (expensive, but yummy) and drank water all day!
Now ask me what happened the next day! No exercising, I might've made a smoothie (I can't remember), and a half chicken, rice and veggies meal from Sbarro. And the next day, which is my day off, I don't think I ate much all day but I did make some really good beef stir fry for the first time. I did get my haircut though and washed my car (even though it rained a couple of hours later -__-)
As you can see, I don't need to go on because honestly, I haven't exercised since last Monday and I've made smoothies but only one a day, if that... And as far as healthy eating goes, if I don't cook, I'm buying the cheapest, unhealthy meal there is when I'm at work.
Ugh, I need a personal trainer or something.
On another note, I hate my hair. There I said it. This transition is horrendous. If I was it myself, I have to straighten it or else I look worse than Buckwheat. My face wouldn't work with a short cut, I just know it, I imagine it everyday. I am just at a loss with everything about me. Smh, I think I'll just get fat and go back to damaging my hair.
Oh and when I put a pic up on Instagram of my new haircut, my ex's cousin comments "Your face is getting fat." Gee, thanks Captain Obvious. Having a second child really messed my body up. Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter to death, but she screwed up my metabolism. After having my son I was losing weight without even trying. Right before I found out I was pregnant with lil miss, I was fitting into jeans that I couldn't get one leg in just a few months before. Now, I'm still at my post-pregnancy weight, stuck at 155. I don't mind the number, I like that number. However I need to be toned and I'm just so frustrated when I feel like I'm alone in this.
I'm sorry for the rant, but I'm getting discouraged :(
Someone out there please HELP!
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