Dec.30,2011

Lastnight I finally got my butt back to the gym. it was the most gruesome workout I've put myself through in a very long time. I felt like I had Bob Harper or Jillian Michaels in my face the whole time. I know alot of my struggle with food is I'm an emotional eater. When stress gets to me I shut down and eat. My goal right now is to weed through the people and situations that feed off my weakness and try my best to stay away from them. Being back in the zone at the gym was amazing. I want that everytime I go. I definately felt it this morning when I rolled out about I felt like my legs had dettached themselves from my body and were still lying there. Why can't I go 5 to 6 nights a week like I use to? I kept asking myself that on my way home. I could I just have to make myself go. When the chunky girl inside screams I'm tired lets go home, the skinny girl inside is gonna give her some stfu action if ya know what I mean! 2012 is it I'm gonna make it happen!