After dusting off a pint of
The Devil Häagen-Dazs Mayan Chocolate Ice Cream, I dusted off my treadmill (literally and figuratively) and got in workout #1.
Jarring my body up and down for any length of time does not agree with my DDDs. As soon as my boobs are back in the doubles (I'm sure that's as tiny as they'll ever get again), I won't have to go to a specialty shop ($$$) for a good sports bra. Until then, these boobs are made for walkin'...uphill mostly. When I can strap these puppies down, I'll try jogging. Of course I'm not working out just for the thrill of it...
I just kicked off Project Fix It for the West Indies. I
like enjoy food too much to diet, so I gotta work it off.
The first time I went to St. Vincent, I wore a two-piece bathing suit very nicely.
The second time I went, I had settled into a one-piece.
This will be my third trip down there and If I go like I am now, I'll be in a zero-piece swimsuit, 'cause I won't be wearing one. And no swimming while on vacay to the West Indies is not an option.
I'm not sure how much progress I'll make over the next 11 weeks, but I do plan on sporting a two-piece this time. Of course I'll be grateful to just be fit again whether I'm in a two-piece or not--and hopefully I'll get in the habit of taking better care of myself.