Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

SLOTH.

• I went into sloth-remission last year and got into excellent shape.
• I lost more than 70 pounds.
• I was wearing slutty tight jeans and looking pretty good in them.
• I had enough self-confidence that I even scared me a time or three.
• I was attracting ample attention from the opposite sex.
• I wasn’t the fat Pirate anymore.
• I blended in well with the other girlies.
• I was becoming a certified hottie patoddie.

Then… around turkey day… I lost my motivation or ate way to much turkey with dressing and punkin pie or something. I started eating everything in sight that even looked like it had a carb attached to it. I quit going to the gym like I was. My butt went from being touchably firm back to jiggly like a bowl of jello. Of course, poured into the jeans, nobody could tell. But I could tell. I’m still down several sizes from where I started. Thank God, because I gave all of my fat clothes away and bought new. They just don’t fit as comfortably as they did. I find myself having to hold my breath… ALOT! Didn’t take long before I started to get more and more miserable.

Now here it is summer. The season I spent the whole of last fall dreaming of, only to wake up and realize… I had failed. I’m not beach worthy. I’m not bathing suit worthy.
I honestly do know what the problem with my motivation is and I am actively working on a resolution to it. I couldn’t beat ’em, so I joined ’em.

I have quit with the Taco Bell, Papa John’s and Booger King. I have stopped sneaking into the kitchen and scarfing down a couple cookies here, a few chips there. And most importantly, I’m not just spending ungodly amounts of money on a gym membership. No longer will it just be an expense sucked out of my bank account. No.

I have started doing cardio and group exercise classes again. I have started eating healthy again. For my health’s sake.

I had forgotten how good I felt when I was working out and eating right. It wasn’t just the ability to wear skanky clothes. It’s more internal than that. I liked the way I felt. I had energy. I had attitude.

So, here I go again. Wish me luck. I have a wedding dress to fit into in 2 months and 19 days.