Like every major change in life you must have a plan, right? Lets start with the shocking, bone chilling, hard hard truths, shall we?
oh my gosh, this is going to be simply cringe-worthy, here goes . .
My current situation looks a little like this:
This is a photo of me in Nice, France on my recent European Adventure, as you can see, I made sure I wasn't about to miss out on all the delicious gelati whilst I was globetrotting - and it shows
Current Weight: oh mannnn . . . . drum-roll . . . . 73.1kg
Physical Ability: can barely run 2 meters without collapsing on the floor in a sweaty panicked heap
Current diet: non-existent, I'm not the worst eater in the world, but no real diet plan in place that I would follow on a daily basis
Top Size: about a 12/medium
Bra Size: 12C
Pants Size: 14 . . . I'm somewhat of a Big Booty Biatch
Shoe Size: 7
How Do I Feel? Honestly? I feel like a water buffalo who has been squeezed and poured into a fluro Lycra mini and thrown out to the mercy of the millions of judgmental eyes of the average population.
I'm tired most of the time, when I move swiftly I can feel all the little flabby bits participating in an involuntary, yet extremely festive, Mexican wave, I don't feel healthy and I know that I am by no means physically fit. . . . Lets just say any change would be a vast improvement.
So whats the plan from here?
The other day I was floating around one of my favourite sites, Pinterest, and I came across a particular inspirational quote that really stuck in my mind . . .
"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone"
there is some food for thought