My jeans are tight, not in a uncomfortable way, but in a I shouldn't be noticing them way. The last month has seen more work dinners than I ever thought possible, three courses, wine, more wine. Quick lunches, ham and cheese toasted sandwiches, toast, toast, brownies, and more wine. Working this weekend in a hospital I took a moment to hop on some scales, and was horrified to see 109 appear, I'd put on 4 kilos in less than a month. WTF?! But then I knew, I just kept at it, in totally the wrong way. Took all my stress and emotions out on food. And I still ran three days a weeks, but now a week and a bit out from a half marathon, I'm not looking at a decent time anymore, I just want to finish. All my self esteem kind of got thrown out the window.
I get to the same point every year or so, where things go a bit crazy, and I finally work out enough is enough. I can't do this anymore. I have the same excuses, again and again.
I finally have worked out my exercise niche, I love exercising, LOVE IT. Yeah I get lazy some days, and I've worked that I work better when I am training for something, so I don't have many exercise issues anymore. If its not raining, I run outside, if it is I run inside at the gym.
So to the food?
I know what works - and its lunches that do me in every time.
But mainly its about being organised.
I don't want to have the same bad habits at my new work, we have biscuits at morning coffee every day, and from day one I have not had any, I don't want to get into that habit.
I want to get my weight down to under or as close too 100kgs by my 29th birthday which is a little over 8 weeks away. I can do it.
I don't know what I so scared of. I really don't.