I did it!
I worked out every day in January. There were four days where I wussed out and only did 3 sets of push ups, but the other days I worked out for at least an hour.
All the letters on the calendar stand for something – “e” is elliptical, “h” is hula hoop, etc. I ran so hard that I, like, dislocated my neck. It still hurts and I still worked out.
It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be to make time for myself every day. In fact, I worked out more than I thought I would. I’m sure I will keep this resolution for the rest of the year.
Up next: a February without cheese. No fancy cheese, no Mac ‘N Cheese, no cottage cheese, no cream cheese, no pizza with cheese, no parmesan cheese, no Cheez-Its, not even shitty soy cheese.
Needless to say, tonight I am feasting on Mac ‘N Cheese with a side of wine and cheese and cheese for dessert. Tomorrow’s withdrawal will be some tragic Intervention-style shit. Pray for me.
Secretly Stephie 