I love food. Lately that's all I think about. Food, food and feed me more food. What's for lunch? Where's the chocolate? How many calories do you think is in this.....oh, who really cares? I just recently found these peanut butter fudge pieces dipped in chocolate at Whole Foods. I'm not kidding you, they are unbelievable (and they are vegan too, who knew vegan could be so good?!?) Holy Heaven in my mouth, just typing about them makes me salivate. But here's the problem, I'm ballooning...I'm muffin topping all my jeans, tired, out of breath, achy, and a bit disappointed in myself. I know, I know, I don't look fat, but a few years ago I lost 16 lbs and was in the shape of my life, and quite honestly, I want that body back.
Nate and I decided to have a weight loss competition. The winner, the one who loses the most weight loss percentage in three months, wins nothing but a kick ass body. We have our own personal goals....him losing 15 lbs and me losing 10.....and toning up, eating more micro nutrient foods (fruits and vegetables), fitting comfortably in my size 6 jeans, saying no to over indulging, and..... well, you get the point. Ultimately, I want to be the best woman I can be. Yes, having a love affair with food has been fun, but it's not making me feel all that awesome. If I tell the world of my goals and have someone keeping me accountable, I will most likely follow through.
Hello gym, goodbye peanut butter fudge (well maybe just a little, in moderation of course.)