Stupid gut. If this gut wasn’t the result of having the world’s most awesome kid and a penchant for good booze, I’d be really pissed. Well, I guess I should be really pissed because the growth of said gut since late last year can clearly be attributed to work and life stress. Well, just stress in general. And cheese. Copius amounts of cheese with vats of wine. There’s that.
Either way, I’m making tiny ounces of progress. Whilst in Butte, Montana last week, I actually got on the treadmill. For 3o min! And then I went to the bar. But still, I did make the effort to exercise. And, despite that I ate pie and steak most nights I was there, I managed to loose 1.5 lbs last week. And then my pride was crushed when I went dress shopping.
I actually went shoe shopping, but it quickly turned to dress shopping because I’m going to Phoenix soon and maybe Vegas and I need some new dresses. I grabbed some Mediums and 7/8’s and 9/10’s and headed to the dressing room. Two bad things happened. First, I wasn’t wearing a bra so that doesn’t help things fit right. Second, I couldn’t even zip the 9/10. It’s so very frustrating. My little ounces of progress where infinitely shattered by the size of my gut.
So, I threw the stupid dresses on the rack and bought two new workout outfits. And no, I didn’t try them on. And no, I didn’t put them on Monday morning and workout, but I did today. Even with this setback I can’t lose sight of my end-goal: to be one hot little momma before the summer is over. Just in time to not have to wear a swimsuit in public. It’s a win-win for everyone.