Okay, this weekend I had a flashback of the old Chris, and I didn't like it. I ate too much. I didn't run at all. I sat around and did nothing. I thought it would be a nice relaxing weekend, but I wasn't happy. I had a headache, and I guess I wasn't that fun to be around.
Operation Get-My-Butt-In-Gear has started. I am back on my very strict food requirements. I am going to really work hard on finding the appropriate balance of fueling my body and losing weight. I am going to work out every day I have planned and give 100%. It is go time. No more slacking and making up excuses. If I want to hit my 100 pound goal, I need to refocus.
I need your help. If you see me eating crap, call me out on it. If I miss a run, call me out on it. If I am crying in a corner, point and laugh at me.... Okay, not really. Give me a hug, because I am hungry, sore and tired.