... is not an easy thing to come by. When I started this journey to lose weight, I was ready. I was sick of being someone I wasn't. I thought that FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD, would be the hardest part to control. Strangely enough, it is the easy part.

EXERCISE, staying motivated to EXERCISE is definitely the hardest part for me. There are a lot of factors that make it so hard, and one of them is GUILT. If you miss a day, you can beat yourself up over it, and hell knows we all love to be mean to ourselves. I made a decision from the beginning that I wouldn't fall into this trap. I decided that if I missed a day, I missed it, and I started back the next.

This has worked for me so far, and I can't even fill up one hand with the days I should have worked out and didn't.

Originally I stayed motivated with my bet, then I kept trying to mix things up - pilates, yoga, jogging, elliptical - then I moved on to the Turkey Trot, and now here I am again feeling bored.

So, I did the first thing I do when I'm bored, and I changed up my workout playlist, mostly I added some new digg's and some old ones for yoga at the end of my workout.

But TODAY, I did the thing that should interest all of you--

I made a bet with ZOOKS mwhahahahahaha

First, I offered that we both try to lose a certain amount of weight by ROCCOPALOOZA. I wanted some good motivation, so I said twelve pounds, when this pussy wonderful friend of mine counters with EIGHT pounds.

We settled on TEN pounds by January 18th.

And, if one of us does not make it, they will owe the other an expensive pair of CUSTOM FIT JEANS.

THE BATTLE FOR COUTURE IS ON, BITCHES!!!

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