Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Work it, I need a glass of wata...

So again I have faced my inner demons and have bought a ticket for the get fit train. There are few things in this life that I hate/love more then exercise. I hate every second of the time I spend doing it, yet nothing boosts my mood and self confidence like breaking a sweat. I remember when I was working out really regularly, Jared could always tell when I had skipped a day. Why? Because I would act like more of a brat then usual, thats why.

Because I have never been one to push myself, I've tried a few little tricks to help me get along the way: apps, a chart and some new sneakers. So far I'm a week in and have found a way to sweat every day. My sugar addiction has yet to be reckoned with.

 I'm not planning on posting ghastly pictures of my milky white flab or anything, but I do want to use my blog as an outlet for this part of my life as well. I need people to know I'm trying, I do. I need to have that fire under my butt.

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