Yeowch!
That can't be right. Can it?
20 pounds! 20!
The scale must be wrong. It has to be wrong. I haven't been eating that much, have I?
Sure, when I switched over from summer dresses to jeans they felt a little snug, but 20 pounds?
Whoa.
Funny how I didn't really notice. I was happily plodding along drinking my wine, noshing on my Dunkin Donuts bacon, egg and cheese croissant sandwiches. Mindlessly devouring a bag of Inner Peas, convincing myself that they were healthy because they were purchased at Trader Joe's.
In moderation, perhaps, but not the entire bag in one sitting.
Now that I've seen the number, it's all I can think about. I've gone into full-blown panic mode, frantically searching on Pinterest for ways to detox my body and the motivation to get moving.
So far I haven't been able to find a pin that shows me how to poke a hole in my bloated belly and drain some of this excess fluid.
Jillian Michaels detox tea looks pretty good. Dandelion Root Tea, where the heck do you buy that? With lemon juice and cranberry juice. Cool. I'll slug some of that back and see how it goes.
Nothing.
Maybe I'm supposed to drink more of this magic elixir? Nope. I only have to use the bathroom more.
"Maybe you're just padding for the winter time," my friend offered.
Great, perhaps I should stop also shaving my legs and join up with a couple of bears, find a cave and call it a winter.
Unfortunately, I know the answer to my dilemma. Eat less and move more.
As a former three-sport athlete one would think I LOVE to work out. I don't. Unless it's fun. Boogie boarding in the summer rocks. I like playing pick up basketball with my son or kicking around a soccer ball with my daughter, but actually trying to make exercise a habit isn't appealing.
I have no idea why. I like how I look when I work out. I like how I feel completing a work out. So why is it so hard to get motivated?
Fear of failure? That seems to be a theme in my life. I stall writing my book because what if no one reads it or likes it? What if I bust my hump and the weight hangs on? What if I put myself back out there and have my heart crushed all over again?
What if?
Even writing and reading that I can't stand myself.
It's high time to get going and silence those negative thoughts. Will I be challenged with the holidays around the corner? Leftover Halloween candy, mashed potatoes loaded with butter and garlic, succulent turkey with crisp skin, chocolate cream pie, Bailey's on the rocks, wine, cheese, cookies...
So many good things!
Well, if I want to drop the extra 20, it's time to get it done.
And time to shave my legs.