I'm officially on a Date Me Diet.
I have been so crazy busy with work and volunteer stuff over the past couple of months that my workout routine has really gone to hell.
As in, it has totally not been happening.
Add to that the late-nite eating that happens when I do get home from after-work events/activities, and the multiple cocktails I often have while I'm out and... well... let's just say that Spanx have become my best friend lately.
(I've also been having regular bouts of insomnia, which I hear can lead to weight gain too. Awesome.)
And you know what's even more frightening to me than the numbers staring back from the scale? The idea of going out with a boy and having him touch any part of my body that I am weirded out about these days.
(Which is basically anything from the neck down, with the exception of my hands.)
I'm wondering if I'm not inadvertently avoiding contact with boys because I am so self-conscious about my weight/body right now.
So, I'm off the sauce for the next month. (As in, alcohol. Or BBQ, I suppose.)
And I'm eating healthier. (Salad for lunch today. Chicken and steamed broccoli for dinner.)
And I'll be attempting to work out more too. (Though that's the one piece of the pie that's hardest for me, given my schedule right now.)
Here's hoping I can drop these pesky 7-10 pounds quickly... then pick up another 200 lbs. or so (in the form of a hot, juicy man!).
Wish me luck!