Sure I went to the gym a couple times with my husband, because I was at the stage in my relationship where I didn't want to do anything without him. Or when I had days off and he was at work I would go to the gym for an hour, if even. I would go through stages where I told myself I loved my "curves", but get real Summer, curves and rolls are different.
I even wrote a post sometime at the end of last year when I got a wild hair up my a$% for about 20 seconds about wanting to lose weight. It didn't last, of course.
So here I am, week two of having unexplained motivation that I am just loving right now. I just have to focus on myself for a little while, too. I mean there are ladies out there with full time jobs, a husband, and two kids that look better than I ever have. If they can do it, I sure as hell can. Right?
Not let me tell you, I am scared to lose this motivation. I worked out on Monday, pretty hard then tanned, and my doctor told me I cannot do that again until after my egg retrieval. No strain to my lower belly. She said I can do light walking. So last night my husband and I walked 2.5 miles around the neighborhood. Is that light walking?
So here I am, with all of this motivation bottled up inside me to move around and make a difference to my body, and I can't for another week and a half. So I am hoping that this motivation that I struggle with so much, is NOT just because of the hormones I have been injecting to my butt every night. I hope they are true, and they stick around.
I wonder if this a journey I am about to take with myself, or just smoke I am blowing?




