It’s that time again. I seem to poof more than most. I hate it. I’m sure you ladies out there know what I’m talking about. Seems I have been transformed into the Michelin Man in the past 3 days. I am eating well and like I should but nothing helps. I dig drag my butt unwillingly to the gym this morning and knocked out 40 minutes and a good 345 calories. If only I couldve kept the svelt feeling that I felt walking outta the gym this morning. Of course, it couldve been the forgiving yoga capris I was wearing to make me feel thinner than I actually was. My agenda is to gym it up for the rest of the week wether at home or onthe treadmill at the gym. Even if you don want to, at times like these the gym can only help.
My warning despite cravings and feeling bloated enough to give up with the assumption that it isn’t working, move that butt. Visit you gym, go for a walk or use that toning DVD that is collecting dust on your movie shelf.
Life is becoming increasingly more busy for me. I have begun to sell Avon and to clean a couple houses for extra money. On a bright note: heavy cleaning is the bonus excercise your body will thank you for later.
Take everyday in small baby steps my little lettuceheads. The results will come no matter that stupid scale says during “that time”!