Last year, around this time - I was so proud of myself. I was working out 3 - 4 times a week, I was drinking my meal shakes and forgoing my coffee and pastry stop, my clothes fit - even if I wasn't sure they would. I wasn't in the most perfect shape, but I felt great. Then something happened.
I started canceling my evening classes because I had to work later. I was traveling a lot more, so I suspended my class membership at my favorite barre class. On the road, morning stops at Starbucks and dinners out after long production days sounded way more appealing than my shakes. I started to feel it within a month of getting away from my routine. And I thought: it's OK. I'll get back to it next month. Or I'll get back to it after this or project is over. Or. Or. Or.
Welp -now it's January, in a new year. And I have yet to find my rhythm. Boy am I feeling it. Sluggish, neck/back/shoulder pains. My skin looks dull - thank goodness for CoverFX palettes, primers and life-giving blush! I can't stand in my stiletto heels as long as I used to. And my clothes - let's just say I feel like I'm in sausage casing - all the time.
This weekend, we're moving to another temporary place before our final move (seriously, this has been the longest escrow process ever). And although it will be a little farther from work, I'm excited about a backyard (here's where I envision my super efficient 28 minute workouts taking place) and we'll be in a neighborhood suited for late night walks/bike rides. And I can finally cook at home - something I haven't been able to do since October (not counting my Christmas extravaganza).
Anyway, check out my small arsenal of motivation above. Here's to forward motion! XO