I didn't just fall off the dang thing, it circled back and ran right over me.
A year ago I was doing pretty good... eating not bad (not great just not horrible), working out 4-6 days a week on the treadmill, going to Curves regularly.
Then we moved, don't get me wrong it was exactly what I wanted and I wouldn't change things and go back to the city! However the move threw me off completely.
Our move was VERY disorganized. I packed some boxes, some friends packed some boxes, the movers packed some boxes. Only the ones I packed were labelled. Add that my husband had a major shopping problem and was borderline hoarder and yeah it was a frickin mess... I had no idea what was in a box, the movers just put stuff wherever (I won't even START on the movers, omg what a joke). To be truthful I still have a basement FULL of boxes. However Pie is doing much better with his shopping problem, I think moving made him realize just how much stuff he had.
So that had me stressed, there went my eating. Can't get to the treadmill because of all the dang boxes, going to the city for a gym or Curves isn't feasible, there goes most of my exercise.
Bottom line, I need to start eating better... which would be much easier if my husband would stop bringing so much junk into the house (and with his being diabetic he should for himself anyway!)
I need to get my crap together and get moving outside (hey it is summer now!) :) and hopefully get my boxes/unpacking situation sorted out so that when that darn cold weather comes I'll be able to get to my treadmill.
SO if you guys don't hear from me posting over here nag me! Remind me that I need to make myself a priority!
Thanks in advance :)