Back on the Work Out Wagon

First, let me start with hoping you all had a Happy Valentines Day. Hope it was great for you all. I got to spend it with two of my favorite men (Daddy and Chris) and my mom and watched the Daytona 500! All the Valentine present I need right there. :)

Anywho. I figured since today was Monday it would be a great day to start working out again. The whole, "most people decide to start things on Monday".....thing. I'm leaving for vacation in a week from today and I'm hoping to maybe established a habit, which takes 21 days. At least that's what I've heard.

I've worked out a few times for a couple of days and then just decided that I would take a break from it for a couple of days and then never went back. Don't really know why. Actually that's a lie, I know why, I got lazy. So, in the sprit of my word of the year (accountability) I wrote myself a little message on my bathroom mirror where I write down my daily weight.

It says, and I quote: "Get your ass up off the couch and work out! Every day! No excuses! It takes 21 days to make a habit. Next weigh in goal: 10 more pounds lost." My next weigh in is March 15th. That gives me enough time to build the habit working out every day and also boost my metabolism enough that I'll know how to maintain when I get to goal. Which is still a ways away, but I want to be prepared.

I've also noticed that I'm starting to get a little extra skin in my upper leg and lower stomach area. Not so much that I need it fixed right now, but if I don't start tightening and toning that could become a real problem in the future. I don't really want to have that surgery if I don't need to. Especially if it can be prevented by working out and taking better care of myself.

I noticed a couple of pretty cool NSV's recently; I can paint my toenaels without feeling like I'm dieing the whole time. And, yes, I know it's winder, but I always make sure my toenails are painted regardless of the time of year. It makes me feel sexy. :) Like wearing pretty underwear, you walk a little taller knowing that you're a whole lot of sexy underneath all the layers. Especially this time of year with all the freakish snow. The other one is that clothes that I could barely pull up over my rear-end before are now falling off. Yesterday my hubby was singing "Pants on the Ground" cuz I kept pulling up my sweatpants that were way too big. :) But oh so comfy. So much so that I'm willing to have them taken in so i can still wear them. Is that bad? :)

Have a great day everyone, and Happy Blogging.