(Well, crap. I don’t know where my pic went 😦 sorry, y’all)
This, my friends, is my Nike Dri-Fit sports bra. I bought it while on a trip over this past summer to Florida. Today was my first time wearing it because it was also the first time in a long time that I had gotten on a treadmill. That big rip down the middle? Well, after my workout, I hit the shower and was removing all of my clothes, but then hit a snag: I couldn’t get the sports bra off. I tried to pull it off over my head to no avail. I tried to remove my arms first and bring the bra down, but nope. So I grabbed some scissors and snipped the fabric right down the middle.
Yes, I CUT MYSELF OUT OF A SPORTS BRA. Do you see what I mean by the title now? How did I let myself get this out of shape!? Why does food have to taste so good!? At the same time, it’s a little bit funny, an “I can’t believe that happened (insert laugh-crying emoji here)!!”. But that quickly wore off and now I am just plain horrified.
I could go on a long-winded spiel about my weight loss journey, but I’ll cut to the chase: I have been on-again/off-again with my weight. I got to a point a few years back where I was at a much healthier stage (I was eating pretty healthy, I exercised at least 5 times a week) and had lost quite a few pounds the healthy way. I would say it was during my Ju=[nior year of college that I chucked my “diet” and exercise regimen out the window. And now here we are.
I found myself saying “I just don’t have time”, but that is a bold-faced lie. I DO have time, but I resort to either napping my evenings away or going out with my boyfriend for dinner (and believe me, I do eat a lot!).
Now, I’m thinking that it is kind of a lost cause considering I’m going to be working as a CNA soon, which most likely means odd hours during the week.
I need to commit myself to keep my eyes on the goal, I guess…. 😦