Scared to lose weight. Scared to get fit. Scared to look good. It sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? But this is the situation I’ve found myself in for much longer than I care to admit now. Saddlebags, love handles, a poochy belly, a double chin, and the unconfident attitude that came with them have been the perfect anchors to keep me firmly stuck in my comfort zone. I’ve lost this fat before - three times even! - but each time, just as the triceps and quads I’d spent so many hours building in the gym began to show definition, just as my waist shrunk enough to allow the skirts and blouses from my college days to button again, I lost my nerve and retreated back to the familiar safety of potato chips and pound cakes and baggy beige sweater wraps.
But finally, I’m sick of stagnation. I’m ready to bust out of the bunker I’ve built for myself and see what the world has to offer. I’ve been working out regularly and eating (mostly) clean for a few months now, but starting tomorrow, I’m doing things differently. I’m jumping straight into the deep end and shedding this fat before I know what hit me. I’ve got an empty fridge, a cupboard full of Metabolic Drive, and most importantly, total confidence that I can succeed this time. The path is laid out clearly ahead of me - now there’s nothing to it but to do it!
OK, maybe that was a little overdramatic, but it feels good to finally get it out there, haha. I’ll post pictures and stats tomorrow, but for now I’ve got to get some sleep for my busy day tomorrow!