I, the fitness fence-sitter

I want to love exercising and to get jazzed about clean eating but let me be real: I could live off twizzlers, chocolate covered pretzels, Girl Scout Cookies, starlight mints, hot tamales, tootsie rolls, and sour patch kids. How do I know? Cause that was basically my February and March, throw in some slim jims, $1 sugar daddies from the gas station on the corner, and chili-flavored fritos.

But, hadn’t I been doing so well?  About that…

I resisted sweets over Halloween, Thanksgiving, AND Christmas. I had signed up to work with a personal trainer through my gym. +2 Gold stars. Succumbing to every sweets craving and impulse for junk food over the next three months? Texts from my trainer asking where I been? -1 kajillion gold stars.

Speaking of trainers, I don’t know why mine hasn’t totally written me off yet. Here’s snippets of some of our recent exchanges:

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After another long absence…

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Got his hopes up.

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After a suggestion that I pack healthy snacks.image

After he said small amounts of peanut butter were okimage

After being given meal replacement drinks to kickstart healthy eating.

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From the second day after using meal replacement.image

Over the past couple of weeks I have started going back to the gym regularly. I’m hoping to make some gradual and sustainable changes in what I eat over the next few months to undo the damage of the past few months. No more stress eating for me (today)!

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “I, the fitness fence-sitter

  1. Jenna says:

    hahaha alicia 🙂 Personally, if I want to avoid eating candy and such, I need to absolutely not have it accessible. After a certain point, my hunger and laziness win over my craving for junk. That point is usually anywhere outside my house. If I have to drive to get junk food, I will settle for the carrots in the fridge.

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