If you don’t know who Master Po is, then you are very young. Google it. I’m not telling you. Baby.
This is a biggie for me.
Staying on track. I am FINE to follow a good work out and a semi-good eating routine. As long as everything stays the same all the time. The planets have to be aligned in such a way the the moonlight casts the perfect shadow at night, showing my ass in the best possible light.
Focus. I must focus.
In three days, Big sister and her family will be here. Little sister and baby girl will be here. We will have ALL the grandkids for days. I LOVE when all my kids are home.
With them here, though, I can kiss my fucking routine goodbye. My elliptisuck will have to be hidden away in my baby boy’s room lest little grandbaby fingers get pinched.
Since I started this life change last June, I’ve been thrown off, derailed, sidetracked and stalled. But, I’m not down. I never gave in. I can remember a time around the holidays that I was ready to throw in the towel and just go ahead and be a great big fat girl. I had average fat girl down fucking cold for years. Fuck getting into shape. It’s hard and it’s slow and who needs the fucking aggravation, right?
Fuck that. Wrong. I’m not a fat girl anymore. I am a slightly pudgy, getting into shape, badass motherfucker. That’s what I am.
However, I would a slightly less pudgy, badass motherfucker if I didn’t get derailed so easily. And, as long as we’re talking about lack of focus here, ‘pudgy’ and ‘badass’ should never inhabit the same sentence. There is something inherently wrong with that.
But I digress. Again.
Here is the point, finally, when the number of people living in my house more than doubles for 5 days, my routine is gonna be blown to hell. I will have all kinds of good intentions. I’ll use my torture step instead. I will round up all the little ones and walk at the park. I’ll get up early and lift weights.
History shows, however, that even though I have good intentions, those things just are not going to happen. I’m going to have to feed the troops and I doubt I’m going to get away with serving salads and protein shakes, which are staples around our house these days.
So…that means that not only will my exercise routine suffer and I rely heavily on my exercise routine,I’m pretty sure it’s the only thing that keeps me from killing my boss, but my eating is gonna take a hit as well. Again, it’s all well and good to have good intentions. How many of you can read the phrase ‘good intentions’ and NOT think about Jules Winfield. “I’m sorry, did I break your concentration? You were saying something about good intentions”? Good intentions don’t mean shit unless you back them up with good actions.
Come to think of it, maybe if I DID have a Tarantino gangster holding a gun to my head, I’d find it easier to stay on track. But I think that relying on fictional bad guys may NOT be the optimal plan to getting into shape.
This is not me saying that I won’t try
I will. I will try to find the focus. I will try to stay on track. If I don’t stay on track, I know I’ll get back on track. I haven’t come this fucking far to fail just before shorts season.
I don’t want to derail this time. My workouts have increased to a level that I didn’t think possible for me. I bought a pair of Lucky jeans on eBay and they are just a few elliptisuck miles away from making my ass look better than it has for 15 years. I don’t want to wait any more to wear those jeans. I went THEN to be NOW.
I hate waiting.
I must focus.
Give me some tips or tricks or motivation.How do you stay on track when the planets are misaligned and little munchkins take over your house?