Happy last day of 2012!
Every day for the last two weeks I have tried to think of something I am thankful for- why should this only happen around Thanksgiving?! These things have included the below.
I am thankful for...
1) ...my mom actually caring about my runs (she apparently cares when I tell her how far I ran and my average pace- or she fakes it really well)
2) ... the giggle of children. On my run the other day, I was annoyed at all of the adults taking up the whole sidewalk so I couldn't pass- until I heard two little girls giggling. :)
3) ...my health and happiness
4) ...my amazing roommate
5) ...my parents both being alive and well- and loving me no matter what
6) ...my brother's success and drive
7)...my friends... all over the country and the world.
and with that I will continue my Boston excursion. My friend A has been a Peace Corps volunteer for the last 27 months. She finally came home for a brief visit because she extended for another year. I flew to Boston to see her as she was in between a visit to her own parents and meeting her boyfriends' parents. I had SO much fun seeing her. As soon as I got off of the plane, I started gabbing and it was like we hadn't missed a beat. Our frequent skype conversations, letters, and packages seemed to really tide us over. Of course I had to fill her in on the last month, but c'mon, she's been gone for 2 years and all I need to tell her about is the last month?! Amazing! A hasn't dated much and knowing she has found "the guy" makes me the happiest person on earth for her. She is amazing inside and outside. Never have I met a person as stunningly beautiful as her who is even more beautiful on the inside. She never ceases to amaze me. I can't wait to meet this guy one day, and I can't wait for her to come home for good.
I also got the chance to see my uber successful friend, M. This girl worked on the Hill in DC while she went to night school for a masters in Government, and then she went on to get her MBA in Boston. Her job is a bit demanding, but she loves it. She has also found love and despite his religion differing from hers, they are the perfect match. She is a MOT just as I am (Member of the Tribe-i.e. Jewish), and we try our best to marry other Jews to perpetuate our religion. Unfortunately, you can't always choose who you will fall in love with. M found the sweetest guy who has agreed to raise their children Jewish- so hey, what more can you ask for?! I love how he balances her out and I truly feel like he is her other half. I hope 2013 brings exciting news for the two of them (hint, engagement?!).
I had the best 2012 a girl can ask for. I feel so lucky to have the friends and family in my life that I do. I wish I could spend the last night of 2012 with all of them, but I know I will see them all in 2013. I can't wait for the engagements, weddings, and babies that 2013 will bring. And of course, I can't wait to see what lies ahead for me.
Sidenote: I have settled down to feel the way a normal person would feel after meeting someone for one night. I am (hopefully) over my crazy, out of control phase, and just looking forward to meeting new people this coming year.
...cheers to 2013!
Monday, December 31, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
The waiting game vs. the fade away
Sometimes I wish the ball was always in my court. Why is it that guys get to be the ones to call/text and ask us girls out? (Although, I do love chivalry, so I'm not really complaining. Granted, I have done my fair share of break-ups. Ending things with someone is never easy. I'm sure being on the receiving end is even worse. Over the last few years I have really worked on trying to become a better person. I try to surround myself with people who help me achieve that. Many of my friends help me to be better by pulling me out of my lazy phases- when I just want to sit on my couch and "veg out" in front of the TV. And then, there is my cousin. She is an incredible person. She will ALWAYS be one of the best people I know. She has always been involved in non-profit work and volunteering, even during the time she was in sales after college. She is adventurous and has been all over the world. But most of all, she is a great friend, and she pushes me to want to be a better person. What's ironic is that she pushes without "pushing".
Most recently, she has encouraged me to eliminate the "fade away." For those of you who don't know, that basically means that when you have decided you are through with someone, it is important to call them and let them know. I have utilized the fade away countless times. It has actually been used on me several times- though with the exception of one person I can think of off the top of my head, most fade-aways have been quite welcomed.
Let me tell you, picking up the phone and calling someone to end a relationship is awful. Doing it in person is even worse. I actually feel worse for boys (those who are man enough to use the break up method rather than the fad away) because girls are far more emotional when they hear the news.
Anyway, because the fade away is so often used by everyone, it is impossible to know if someone is actually going to call you, or if they are using my previously relied upon method. Enter "the waiting game." Why even ask for someone's number if you're not going to use it? I don't know- but that's just what we do. Life would be so much easier if we were all honest up front. You get a number that you don't plan to use- send a text- "sorry, not really interested, but it was great meeting you." HA! As if I'll ever do that... but hey, a girl can dream, right?! Maybe one day that will be the social norm.
Clearly I haven't heard from the guy I fell in love with on Christmas Eve. Is he doing the fade away? If so, why did he make sure he had my number correct several times? If not, then why hasn't he called or texted?
As much as I love being single and find dating fun, there are days when I feel neither of these things. Today is one of them. But then of course, I get to thinking... what do married people have to entertain themselves with? Oh yea, MY stories! Life goes on.
Most recently, she has encouraged me to eliminate the "fade away." For those of you who don't know, that basically means that when you have decided you are through with someone, it is important to call them and let them know. I have utilized the fade away countless times. It has actually been used on me several times- though with the exception of one person I can think of off the top of my head, most fade-aways have been quite welcomed.
Let me tell you, picking up the phone and calling someone to end a relationship is awful. Doing it in person is even worse. I actually feel worse for boys (those who are man enough to use the break up method rather than the fad away) because girls are far more emotional when they hear the news.
Anyway, because the fade away is so often used by everyone, it is impossible to know if someone is actually going to call you, or if they are using my previously relied upon method. Enter "the waiting game." Why even ask for someone's number if you're not going to use it? I don't know- but that's just what we do. Life would be so much easier if we were all honest up front. You get a number that you don't plan to use- send a text- "sorry, not really interested, but it was great meeting you." HA! As if I'll ever do that... but hey, a girl can dream, right?! Maybe one day that will be the social norm.
Clearly I haven't heard from the guy I fell in love with on Christmas Eve. Is he doing the fade away? If so, why did he make sure he had my number correct several times? If not, then why hasn't he called or texted?
As much as I love being single and find dating fun, there are days when I feel neither of these things. Today is one of them. But then of course, I get to thinking... what do married people have to entertain themselves with? Oh yea, MY stories! Life goes on.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
I fell in love on Christmas...sort of.
I had been seeing a guy for about a month and instead of getting more and more excited to see him, I found the reverse was true. At first I thought he was funny, light-hearted, and loved to have a good time. Soon I realized he actually could never take anything seriously and he likely had a drinking problem (and some deeply buried issues). All of this was building up in the days before Christmas. As a Jew I do not celebrate the holiday, but funny enough, there are always big parties on Christmas eve in various cities. After a weekend of lackluster feelings for this guy, I decided to end things on Sunday night- just in time for Monday night's festivities. He took it well and it was over and done with quickly.
While I was seeing the above guy, I had also gone on a friendly brunch-turned date with a guy who lives in my building. We had been texting/talking a bit and had planned on meeting up. He was throwing a big party at his place before the larger bar parties later on Christmas Eve. Initially, when I was seeing both guys, I thought I might just stay in to avoid having an awkward run-in with either. But, after my "very grown up phone call," I knew that was no longer necessary. So, I was happy I had a chance to really explore my options, and I brought two friends with me and ventured to the party in my building.
The pre-party was great. I had the chance to talk to a few people- there were probably 70+ in attendance, but I don't think I really talked to TOO many new people. One of the people I met was a guy who was adorable, but WAY too young for me- 3.5 years younger actually. Fast forward to the ACTUAL party which completely transformed Howard Theatre, and I was a dancing machine. After happy hour sushi and cocktails with a good friend and a pre-party, I was in a prettyyyy good place.
It was then that I saw pretty much every guy I've dated in DC that is not married- ok, it was only 3 people, but that's still too many for me. I decided to go for a little walk around the venue and ran back into the youngin' from earlier. This time, he looked even cuter and somehow we made our way from one end of the dancefloor to the other and REALLY started dancing. I am by no means a good dancer, but I can move to the beat- apparently he could too- and he was a good dancer. A few hours of dancing later, the guy from my building awkwardly came up to me to "offer me to share a cab back to our place," but I was having way too much fun.
Eventually, youngin' and I left the venue and set off to find some food. We first stopped in a pizza-ish place. Youngin' had to use the facilities and I was hungry, so I started looking at the menu. When I ordered the avacado and chicken salad, I was informed they didn't have avacado. The man behind the counter seemed confused and there was an evil-looking heavy-ish woman standing in the doorway, glaring at me. When I placed another order, they didn't have that either, so youngin' and I decided to leave. The mean lady was NOT having it. "You just used the bathroom and you're not getting anything? You can't do that you know." Me: "I WANTED to order food, but you don't have anything. What am I supposed to do?" Man behind the counter: "water costs money ya know." With this, I mumbled something about how they should stock up on food if they want people to order and youngin and I started walking out. That crazy lady pushed me- and I don't mean a light shove, but a violent shove. After some pushing and yelling, she had to be restrained by another person in the store who I think was also related to her, and youngin' and I set out to find real food with less crazy people.
The only other place open in my previously bustling city which had become a ghost town, was a random Lithuanian diner of sorts (though I swear it was more Greek). We each ordered salads, talked about life, and then went home. I kid you not, I fell in love that night with youngin'. There have been 3 other people in my life I can distinctly remember feeling this way about- my HS bf whom I dated on and off for under a year, a guy I met when I first moved to DC who I casually dated for a few months until he moved away, and another youngin' who I dated for 3 weeks (he had ended a 2 year relationship about 3 weeks prior and was nowhere near ready to date- oops). Each of these three people have left footprints on my heart. They are the people who made my heart skip a beat, made my stomach drop- when I saw them, I had to take a deep breath- when the adrenaline from my excitement made my body shake and my palms sweat.
This new youngin', he does that for me. What will become of it all? I do not know. I hope we can make something work. I hope it lasts longer than one night and I hope I am not devastated when and if it ends. I remember with the most recent youngin that I was more crushed ending our 3 week fling than I was when I broke up with my boyfriend of 9 months. It reminds me about how little time matters and how it is your feelings that mean everything.
Whatever happens, I am thankful to have met this youngin' and hopeful that it will all come together for me one day, because now I have faith that IT exists.
While I was seeing the above guy, I had also gone on a friendly brunch-turned date with a guy who lives in my building. We had been texting/talking a bit and had planned on meeting up. He was throwing a big party at his place before the larger bar parties later on Christmas Eve. Initially, when I was seeing both guys, I thought I might just stay in to avoid having an awkward run-in with either. But, after my "very grown up phone call," I knew that was no longer necessary. So, I was happy I had a chance to really explore my options, and I brought two friends with me and ventured to the party in my building.
The pre-party was great. I had the chance to talk to a few people- there were probably 70+ in attendance, but I don't think I really talked to TOO many new people. One of the people I met was a guy who was adorable, but WAY too young for me- 3.5 years younger actually. Fast forward to the ACTUAL party which completely transformed Howard Theatre, and I was a dancing machine. After happy hour sushi and cocktails with a good friend and a pre-party, I was in a prettyyyy good place.
It was then that I saw pretty much every guy I've dated in DC that is not married- ok, it was only 3 people, but that's still too many for me. I decided to go for a little walk around the venue and ran back into the youngin' from earlier. This time, he looked even cuter and somehow we made our way from one end of the dancefloor to the other and REALLY started dancing. I am by no means a good dancer, but I can move to the beat- apparently he could too- and he was a good dancer. A few hours of dancing later, the guy from my building awkwardly came up to me to "offer me to share a cab back to our place," but I was having way too much fun.
Eventually, youngin' and I left the venue and set off to find some food. We first stopped in a pizza-ish place. Youngin' had to use the facilities and I was hungry, so I started looking at the menu. When I ordered the avacado and chicken salad, I was informed they didn't have avacado. The man behind the counter seemed confused and there was an evil-looking heavy-ish woman standing in the doorway, glaring at me. When I placed another order, they didn't have that either, so youngin' and I decided to leave. The mean lady was NOT having it. "You just used the bathroom and you're not getting anything? You can't do that you know." Me: "I WANTED to order food, but you don't have anything. What am I supposed to do?" Man behind the counter: "water costs money ya know." With this, I mumbled something about how they should stock up on food if they want people to order and youngin and I started walking out. That crazy lady pushed me- and I don't mean a light shove, but a violent shove. After some pushing and yelling, she had to be restrained by another person in the store who I think was also related to her, and youngin' and I set out to find real food with less crazy people.
The only other place open in my previously bustling city which had become a ghost town, was a random Lithuanian diner of sorts (though I swear it was more Greek). We each ordered salads, talked about life, and then went home. I kid you not, I fell in love that night with youngin'. There have been 3 other people in my life I can distinctly remember feeling this way about- my HS bf whom I dated on and off for under a year, a guy I met when I first moved to DC who I casually dated for a few months until he moved away, and another youngin' who I dated for 3 weeks (he had ended a 2 year relationship about 3 weeks prior and was nowhere near ready to date- oops). Each of these three people have left footprints on my heart. They are the people who made my heart skip a beat, made my stomach drop- when I saw them, I had to take a deep breath- when the adrenaline from my excitement made my body shake and my palms sweat.
This new youngin', he does that for me. What will become of it all? I do not know. I hope we can make something work. I hope it lasts longer than one night and I hope I am not devastated when and if it ends. I remember with the most recent youngin that I was more crushed ending our 3 week fling than I was when I broke up with my boyfriend of 9 months. It reminds me about how little time matters and how it is your feelings that mean everything.
Whatever happens, I am thankful to have met this youngin' and hopeful that it will all come together for me one day, because now I have faith that IT exists.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Procrastination at its finest
I am an amazing procrastinator- Amazing! I should be finishing my outline for my Contracts midterm in 3 days, but I would rather write a blog post. I realize that my last post sounded depressing, when I really should have made it sounds happy because I am so thankful for everything that has happened in the last year.
-After deciding last minute in typical "Tracy fashion" to go to law school, I studied for the LSATs in a few weeks, applied the day before the rolling admission deadlines closed, and got in.
-I was lucky enough to take two trips of a lifetime- one with my mom and one with a good friend- both to Europe.
-My soccer team won its first Virginia beach championship and made it to the Cherry Blossom tournament finals for the first time!
-I PR-ed in the Army Ten Miler. I learned a little more about myself and dating.
-My cousin got engaged and I will be in her wedding.
-My very good friend also got engaged and I was able to go to NYC for the day to share in her special surprise engagement thanks to her superb fiance's planning skills.
-I have been able to watch my mom succeed in her career and finally value herself professionally.
-I have discovered what it means to like to run (although not when it's cold and not all of the time).
-I have learned a bit more about balancing life and fun and I have learned that saying "I'm tired" is ok- getting older stinks, but get wiser is priceless.
-I continue to find joy in the little things- my work-at-home Fridays help me find peace in my sometimes hectic life- as does my weekly sushi lunch ritual with a good friend.
I am working on being proud of myself. I have tried to listen to Sheryl Sandberg's TED Talk to remember not to minimize my accomplishments.
I am proud of myself for finally signing up for my first marathon, but of course, I am nervous that I will not be able to finish it in my goal time of sub 4 hours.
I think I will feel more proud of myself if I do well this semester in law school- and it will prove to myself that I can do it all.
I am also very thankful for my parents' unwavering support through it all. My parents are planning to come to DC in March for my marathon and my mom has even planned to run the last few miles with me. She has listened to me talk about law school and she has never criticized me for going out to dinners or drinks with friends, or for waiting just a little too long to read or study.
I cannot imagine next year topping this year, but if it can, I can't wait for 2013.
-After deciding last minute in typical "Tracy fashion" to go to law school, I studied for the LSATs in a few weeks, applied the day before the rolling admission deadlines closed, and got in.
-I was lucky enough to take two trips of a lifetime- one with my mom and one with a good friend- both to Europe.
-My soccer team won its first Virginia beach championship and made it to the Cherry Blossom tournament finals for the first time!
-I PR-ed in the Army Ten Miler. I learned a little more about myself and dating.
-My cousin got engaged and I will be in her wedding.
-My very good friend also got engaged and I was able to go to NYC for the day to share in her special surprise engagement thanks to her superb fiance's planning skills.
-I have been able to watch my mom succeed in her career and finally value herself professionally.
-I have discovered what it means to like to run (although not when it's cold and not all of the time).
-I have learned a bit more about balancing life and fun and I have learned that saying "I'm tired" is ok- getting older stinks, but get wiser is priceless.
-I continue to find joy in the little things- my work-at-home Fridays help me find peace in my sometimes hectic life- as does my weekly sushi lunch ritual with a good friend.
I am working on being proud of myself. I have tried to listen to Sheryl Sandberg's TED Talk to remember not to minimize my accomplishments.
I am proud of myself for finally signing up for my first marathon, but of course, I am nervous that I will not be able to finish it in my goal time of sub 4 hours.
I think I will feel more proud of myself if I do well this semester in law school- and it will prove to myself that I can do it all.
I am also very thankful for my parents' unwavering support through it all. My parents are planning to come to DC in March for my marathon and my mom has even planned to run the last few miles with me. She has listened to me talk about law school and she has never criticized me for going out to dinners or drinks with friends, or for waiting just a little too long to read or study.
I cannot imagine next year topping this year, but if it can, I can't wait for 2013.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
A year has passed..the break-up
With nearly a year between my last post and this one, I felt it was time to start blogging again. I do not know if I will be consistent or if another year will pass. Likely, the blog will befall a similar outcome as the journals in my youth- a week of consistency followed by months or years of lulls. And I am ok with that. This has been one of the best years of my life. I probably feel that way every year, but going into this year, knowing I would be entering my late 20s without too much life direction, I was a bit scared. I have always been happy with my life, but feeling fulfilled is another story. In January (of this year) I started thinking about what I wanted out of life and why I was feeling so unfulfilled. I knew work wasn't challenging me, but it was more than that.
For the second time in my life, I found myself with a serious boyfriend, and for the second time in my life, I found myself wondering why we were even dating in the first place. I am very fortunate. I can recall very few (fleeting) moments when I have wanted a boyfriend just to have one. As much as I resisted getting serious with this last one, his persistence paid off. We had been dating close to 8 months when I wrote my last post, but I wasn't falling in love with him. And when I started being more honest with myself, I realized that I didn't think I ever would. Carrie Bradshaw said it best, "I am someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love." Sure, I want to marry my best friend, but I want real love. I found myself thinking I had this amazing friend- the best, but I wasn't falling in love with him. Like I said, at the time, I had no idea why IT wasn't happening. Looking back on it, there were a lot of tiny issues that I chose to "push under the rug." My mother was right when she said that the longer you are with someone, those subtle things are magnified.
So, I made a list of all (some) of the things I wanted to accomplish. I had always toyed with the idea of law school, and I realized that my work was probably flexible enough to allow me to go to night/part-time school. When I broached the subject with the boy, what did he say, "why would you want to do that? That will take up 'our' time together. I don't think you are someone who would want to do that." And it was in that moment that I knew we could never work out.
I am a person who thrives on a busy schedule. Give me nothing to do for a day and I will be overwhelmed by that nothing. Give a day to fit in going to the gym, work, class, HH drinks, and I will do it all happily and easily.
So, the week before I was scheduled to jet off to Cancun, I went home to visit with my parents. I felt more at peace there than I had in a long time. I realized that I had begun to dread hanging out with the boy rather than look forward to it.
I really struggled with our break up because I knew it would be right before my trip with his family, but my dad, the best adviser there is on the planet, told me that it would be more fair to do it before the trip. The following Wednesday I had every intention of driving straight to the boy's place to tell him, but he called me on my way home from work and it came spilling out. He was silent and very shocked. I will never forgive myself for breaking up with him over the phone instead of face-to-face.
Anyway, that was back in February, and I am sure he has moved on. I certainly have. I applied to a few law schools VERY last minute- only a few days before the rolling admission deadlines closed. Rolling admission means that students are admitted on a first come, first served basis. Usually, you have to be a very strong applicant to be admitted last minute because a lot of schools have their quotas filled by then. I was not a very strong applicant, but eh, I squeaked by- they say the evening program is easier to get into anyway.
Well, I'm in and in the midst of finals and LOVING it. I signed up for my first marathon in March of next year and am about 4 weeks into training. I am loving it all.
Turning 28 next May is very scary, but I feel very lucky to be loving my life and living in the moment.
Until next time...
For the second time in my life, I found myself with a serious boyfriend, and for the second time in my life, I found myself wondering why we were even dating in the first place. I am very fortunate. I can recall very few (fleeting) moments when I have wanted a boyfriend just to have one. As much as I resisted getting serious with this last one, his persistence paid off. We had been dating close to 8 months when I wrote my last post, but I wasn't falling in love with him. And when I started being more honest with myself, I realized that I didn't think I ever would. Carrie Bradshaw said it best, "I am someone who is looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love." Sure, I want to marry my best friend, but I want real love. I found myself thinking I had this amazing friend- the best, but I wasn't falling in love with him. Like I said, at the time, I had no idea why IT wasn't happening. Looking back on it, there were a lot of tiny issues that I chose to "push under the rug." My mother was right when she said that the longer you are with someone, those subtle things are magnified.
So, I made a list of all (some) of the things I wanted to accomplish. I had always toyed with the idea of law school, and I realized that my work was probably flexible enough to allow me to go to night/part-time school. When I broached the subject with the boy, what did he say, "why would you want to do that? That will take up 'our' time together. I don't think you are someone who would want to do that." And it was in that moment that I knew we could never work out.
I am a person who thrives on a busy schedule. Give me nothing to do for a day and I will be overwhelmed by that nothing. Give a day to fit in going to the gym, work, class, HH drinks, and I will do it all happily and easily.
So, the week before I was scheduled to jet off to Cancun, I went home to visit with my parents. I felt more at peace there than I had in a long time. I realized that I had begun to dread hanging out with the boy rather than look forward to it.
I really struggled with our break up because I knew it would be right before my trip with his family, but my dad, the best adviser there is on the planet, told me that it would be more fair to do it before the trip. The following Wednesday I had every intention of driving straight to the boy's place to tell him, but he called me on my way home from work and it came spilling out. He was silent and very shocked. I will never forgive myself for breaking up with him over the phone instead of face-to-face.
Anyway, that was back in February, and I am sure he has moved on. I certainly have. I applied to a few law schools VERY last minute- only a few days before the rolling admission deadlines closed. Rolling admission means that students are admitted on a first come, first served basis. Usually, you have to be a very strong applicant to be admitted last minute because a lot of schools have their quotas filled by then. I was not a very strong applicant, but eh, I squeaked by- they say the evening program is easier to get into anyway.
Well, I'm in and in the midst of finals and LOVING it. I signed up for my first marathon in March of next year and am about 4 weeks into training. I am loving it all.
Turning 28 next May is very scary, but I feel very lucky to be loving my life and living in the moment.
Until next time...
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Welcome 2012
I can't wait to experience what 2012 has in store for me. I have to say that overall, 2011 was a great year. I learned a little more about myself, had a great time visiting with friends both near and far (and didn't have to say goodbye to any best friends as compared to 2009 and 2010), participated in a few more Jewish events, made plans for some awesome trips in 2012, spent some quality time via in person and telephoned in with my grandparents and great grandmother, watched several good friends fall in love, and started volunteering a little more. I have high hopes for 2012, both those planned trips to Cancun (with the boys' family), to Wimbledon (for mom's belated 50th) and to see my best friend from high school and my best friend from college get married to their longtime loves.
December was a gluttonous month highlighted by my most recent trip to Florida which was spent both binging on the ridiculous food Boca Raton has to offer and then New Year's Eve weekend followed with drinks o' plenty. While I'm proud of myself that I didn't gain more than a pound or two, it's now time to start my New Year's Resolution #1: to get down to a weight below my thinnest- 6 pounds to go! While I know I'm not fat by any means, I would like to be a bit more toned. Anyway, I know that doesn't sound like a lot, but for me, getting into the low 130s is a difficult task- those last few pounds are the toughest. I should know, since I've never fully accomplished it before. I'm giving myself 8 weeks, or exactly the amount of time before we leave for Cancun. I want to be svelte and fit by the time we leave.
What will that entail? I am determined to significantly eliminate (ok, let's be honest, cut back) on my tortilla chip intake as well as reducing my intake of sweets. I am going to focus on sticking to the Fat Smash Diet as much as possible because that is how I was successful in the Fall of 2010 with losing the last bit of weight I had struggled to take off from college. And finally, I am going to increase the level of difficulty of my workouts by incorporating "Insanity" into my workout plan one a week. I think that's enough for the first month and should get me the first 3 pounds. For the second month, I will adjust accordingly and cut out more of my dining out meals and then the last week before I leave, I will stick to the Fat Smash diet 100% and increase the duration of my workouts and hopefully that will get me down to my goal weight! Wish me luck!
December was a gluttonous month highlighted by my most recent trip to Florida which was spent both binging on the ridiculous food Boca Raton has to offer and then New Year's Eve weekend followed with drinks o' plenty. While I'm proud of myself that I didn't gain more than a pound or two, it's now time to start my New Year's Resolution #1: to get down to a weight below my thinnest- 6 pounds to go! While I know I'm not fat by any means, I would like to be a bit more toned. Anyway, I know that doesn't sound like a lot, but for me, getting into the low 130s is a difficult task- those last few pounds are the toughest. I should know, since I've never fully accomplished it before. I'm giving myself 8 weeks, or exactly the amount of time before we leave for Cancun. I want to be svelte and fit by the time we leave.
What will that entail? I am determined to significantly eliminate (ok, let's be honest, cut back) on my tortilla chip intake as well as reducing my intake of sweets. I am going to focus on sticking to the Fat Smash Diet as much as possible because that is how I was successful in the Fall of 2010 with losing the last bit of weight I had struggled to take off from college. And finally, I am going to increase the level of difficulty of my workouts by incorporating "Insanity" into my workout plan one a week. I think that's enough for the first month and should get me the first 3 pounds. For the second month, I will adjust accordingly and cut out more of my dining out meals and then the last week before I leave, I will stick to the Fat Smash diet 100% and increase the duration of my workouts and hopefully that will get me down to my goal weight! Wish me luck!
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