Last year I discussed why I hate the word “diet.” The word is most often used to describe the latest trendy way to limit your body of calories to lose weight. Let me share with you the three reasons why I hate the word used in this way.
As I travel along on my fitness journey, I can’t help but think about what motivates me. I mean, I am far from the perfect fitness example. I don’t run every day and I don’t eat what is good for me all the time. Seriously, how can you go through summer without ice cream?
There are few things I hate shopping for worse than pants. Most women might immediately respond with bathing suits, but I disagree. Life does not require bathing suits. You may not need one for years. But, pants, yeah, they are pretty much a necessity.
When I committed (again) to improve my overall fitness, my cousin encouraged me to take measurements. I’m glad she did! I measured my waist, hips, right thigh, and right bicep. I measured again a couple of days ago and I have lost a little in every area, totaling 4 inches and the scale is slowing…
I am not a cook. Nor do I play one on T.V. (or on this blog). You can read about my macaroni and cheese disaster if you don’t believe me. While I don’t pretend to be a cook, I am not always a disaster in the kitchen.