There's no middle ground when it comes to working out for me. I'm either completely obsessed with working out daily, or I'm slumped in my bed ignoring the dust building up on my yoga mat. I'm running nonstop, working out at every extra moment, or enjoying the 100th repeat of Bob's Burgers and working on my butt groove.
Thankfully, I have chosen to become obsessed with working out. Two days ago I was casually preparing my laundry for a wash when all of the sudden I look at myself in my vanity mirror - my god have I gained weight. I knew it was building up in certain areas, and dropping in others, but ...yikes. I don't eat horribly, but stress can pack on my belly fat like no tomorrow. I have experiences a lot of stress over the past six months. I went through four jobs, two break-ups, lost cat, and lot of other bad news. I have at least trained myself to reach for tea over food when I'm depressed, but yeesh.
I've written about this before, but I am not one of the fat women that feels good about the way they look. I do appreciate those women that feel like they're in the skin they're meant to be in, but I don't. PCOS has made me feel like I'm living in someone else's body. I'm not meant to have this extra fat hugging me on a daily basis. When I did exercise and eat right regularly, I still have a major struggle losing weight. I don't know what it's going to take, but I'm more determined now than I have ever been to drop these damn pounds.
I definitely owe you all an updated workout routine because another part of my new years goals (resolutions are for shits and giggles, goals are for serious fuckers) is I dropped my gym membership. Yes, counterintuitive, but I wanted to save money on gas and the membership for travel and...I live in San Diego, Ca. My backyard is a damn gym. It's time to stop hating my hometown and start using it to my advantage.
This isn't to say that I'm going to plan on exercising outside all the time because 1) I'm terrified of skin cancer; 2) I live where rattle snakes act like ants; and 3) El Niño is coming. I plan on doing a lot of "at home" workouts with Lucy Wyndham-Read and a Kettleball. I wasn't a big believe in them when they first came out as a fad, but damn - full body workout on the regular!
So, here's to a new year, new Selena?, and maybe a new butt.