I’d like to say I’ve had good intentions the past few days, but I really have not. I thought about working out, but didn’t…and ridiculous amounts of fast food kept appearing in my meals on a pretty much on a daily basis.
“Tomorrow,” I’d tell myself. “Tomorrow is when I’ll start doing things right.”
Except tomorrow arrives and becomes today, and I eat crap and don’t exercise and tell myself the same that I did yesterday. And the day before that.
And the week. And the month.
Here are my goals for the next 7 days.
Ideally, I’d like to work out twice a day (morning and night), but I’d rather not die right off the bat so I’ll take it slow.
The first three goals are not going to be easy for me, so you can most likely expect to see some bitching happening here. However, if I stick to them, I’m buying myself a present!
(Not sure what yet, but I’ll let you know. Probably a big bottle of vodka!! Kidding.)
Okay, here goes nothing…