Self-Realization

This weekend I had a moment of clarity. It's February and I live in Georgia. I haven't worn a jacket for more than 2 days in a row for about a month now. The weather is getting warm and in a few short weeks, someone is going to ask me to go do something that requires me to wear a swimsuit. Not. Good. 

I ran a half marathon this time last year and messed up my feet. My arches started collapsing, I had to go to the doctor and he told me that I shouldn't run ever again. The worst part was that I was really enjoying it. That was my workout. That's what I did - and then I couldn't. I didn't know what to do. I've been riding that excuse for nearly a year now. A YEAR. That's absolutely insane. I've talked myself out of working out every single day for a freaking year. 

So, today I made a decision. I'm taking the next 2 or 3 months to really become swimsuit ready. No eating out every night, no eating late, no more excuses. Let's face it - I blog, I Facebook, I tweet, I watch reality television - I can workout for an hour a day. 

The last time I went on a workout kick, I lost 20 pounds and I've kept most of it off. I gained back about 8, making it a net loss of 12. Not too bad. Imagine where I would be if I had kept it up for the whole year that I spent making excuses! It makes me ill to think about it. UGH. 

Starting today, it's time to get healthy and be able to put that swimsuit on in May! Ya'll keep me accountable now! And before you ask - I worked out before I wrote this post. :) 

So, it's time to shut up the slut and get out of the rut!