I took a week away from everything.
No exercise (aside from derby on Tuesday).
No healthy eating.
No clean eating.
I culminated my week in a gluttony of food, chips, pop and chocolate.
And I felt it. I felt sick. I felt tired. I felt gross.
My stomach was rebelling.
My head was hurting.
Yeah – it was a bad week. But it was a needed week. I needed to see what it does to me. I needed to know with every fibre of my being how much I want health. How much I want fitness. How much I want clean whole foods.
Because as “convenient” as everything else is… it’s not worth the way I was feeling last night.
I have a goal in mind for the next 6 weeks. I want to lose 14lbs. I want to see a number I haven’t seen in 14 + years.
I can do it, with 1FW. I can do it as long as I remember how cruddy I felt yesterday.
I can do it.