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My 6 Week Goal

So, I discovered the other day, that although my weight has not changed from what it was a few years ago, the muscle has been replaced with . . . FAT!! Now, I know those of you know know me are thinking "She's so tiny!!" Well. NOT TRUE. I was tiny before I had kids, I was even tinier after Courtney was born, but since I had Jenna, my weight and I have been battling it out. I get into an exercise routine, and something throws it off. Someone once said that you wont truly make a change until it makes you mad. Well, I'm mad. I'm tired of watching my face grow. I'm tired of trying on 10 different outfits because I look bigger. I'm tired of not fitting into the jeans that I wore just last year. Yesterday, this picture really made me mad. I look like I've gained a lot of weight in my face!! YUCK. So I made a goal.


Now, I'm taking initiative. I'm going to do a 6 week challenge with. . . myself. My goal is to be down to 120 in 6 weeks. That's 7.2lbs lighter than I weighed this morning. Anything beyond that that I lose is BONUS POINTS!!! What am I doing, you ask, to lose this weight? I'm eating healthier (again), drinking WAY more water than I have in years, and I'm going to work out every morning (except for Sundays) by doing my Turbo Jam workouts. I LOVE TURBO JAM!! I'm going to go to bed earlier and get up earlier. I'm also going to cut my pop intake down a TON. It's actually easy for me. When I decide to stop drinking so much pop, I do it. I won't stop drinking it altogether. While I won't be "dieting" I will be eating more fresh foods, more protein, and less. . . snacky foods!

This is technically day 2 of my workout plan, but today is my first day of weighing and measuring and intense workout...ing. I feel SO much better. Much more productive, happier. I don't feel sluggish and in a haze like I do normally. I have been going to bed around 11pm (I had been going to bed around 12:30-1:30a). I am getting to the point now where I'm able to be awake enough to pull myself out of bed by 7:30. And before I do anything else, I start my day with devotions and prayer.

If you know me, help keep me motivated. Help me stay on track by asking me how I'm doing. If you're up early, call me at 7:30 to make sure I got (or get) out of bed!! And you could even do it with me!

The End. . . for now.

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