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After my year and a half rampage with eating whatever shit was around and not working out, basically living at school or the hospital, and sitting a great majority, summer hit and… Shocker, had no shorts that fit. I bought this probably in June at my heaviest and most out of shape, they fit, almost too tight on my waist…

Put them on today and they’re like a box. I’m still gonna wear them cuz they’re cute… But damn. This is working.

Super pleased. Ecstatic.

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These are way easier to do when someone else takes. Sorry but I’m proud of my progress. Also sorry for my goofy face.

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Overall honestly not where I want to be at the two month mark, but progress nonetheless. Difference between day one and today. I am always hard on myself in terms of slip-ups and missed workouts, whether it be something I shouldn’t eat to begin with or just not having time to get to the gym. Getting in shape is seriously the hardest thing I have ever set out to do. It’s so freaking simple to sit on your Ass and gain weight in front of the TV. It’s a whole other huge animal to make conscious decisions everyday that this will count toward your future self. Honestly this process could be equivalent to so many hard but incredibly worth it life journeys.

Anywhere you want to go, you have to take necessary and repetitive steps to get there. I can’t just snap my fingers and have a bachelor’s in nursing. I can’t just snap my fingers and have my meals prepped for a week. I can’t just snap my fingers and have a 90min workout done. And I sure as heck can’t snap my fingers and be perfectly in shape, perfectly happy with my body. It’s a daily decision. It’s basically a daily commitment to buck up and stop being such a baby, at least for me. You don’t get freaking anywhere by whining about what isn’t changing. Nothing, freakin nothing is gonna change if you don’t move your Ass.

There’s my rant. I had a bad weekend but I’m recommitting to a life of health and fitness, because let’s be honest, I want to see what this bod can do.
All it takes is for you yo recommit and you’re in.

Go. Do. Be.

Better.

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Yo I moved into phase 3 of livefit this week and I think I actually melted onto the treadmill. First an upper body workout with core focused cardio in supersets with heavy 15 rep sets of lifting. Then at the end you see a harmless thirty minute run. A little red flag tells you there’s extra instructions. Yeah, those little extra instructions say: 30 sec sprints, thirty of them, level 8. Now, 7:30min miles might not seem much for you but holy damn that was hard for me. I’m sitting in the stretching room with sweat physically rolling down my forehead, I feel like four different spots just right now. If this workout didn’t kick my ass out of my cold and into this new week I don’t know what will.

Welcome to phase three, bitches.

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Greetings from Colorado, where one day it’s 75 and you’re sweating down your back walking into the gym and the next day you’re wearing a vest and boots because it’s 35 degrees and trying to spit snow. Also, tomorrow is gonna be back to mid seventies.
My workout train came to a tiny halt yesterday because I have gotten myself sick. I guess going to school full time and trying to work two jobs runs you down? I was in the gym parking lot willing myself to do the stair stepper and try to sweat the devil out but I just couldn’t. Too tired. Too worn. So I went home and had 35 sum ounces of soup instead.

Today I am fighting it off hard, I’m doing every stupid little trick I’ve ever heard of and done to try to make this as short lived as possible. I’m busy. I’ve got shit to do. I’ve got dreams and goals. Like damn! Get outta here! I got myself a big Ass serving of pho and ate all of it. Chicken broth is supposed to help as is the zinc lossenge every three hours. Get. Out. Sickness. I’ve got things to accomplish.

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Progress is tangible. Satisfaction unlocked. Cha ching. Feeling invincible.

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This is vitally important to my happiness. I learned today the problems to encounter when you have to jobs. I worked last night 7-1am and then had to go to work at my other job today 6:30-1:30. The chance of them getting scheduled like that was a first but it sucked total Ass. That was like the shittiest twelve hour shift I’ve ever encountered because it was split. I would literally rather sleep in the late afternoon and work 7-7 rather than having it split all shitty like that with four hours in between. Eff that shit man. So I’m in my car after class work work class eating my delicious snack and reviving with the greatest lifesaver of all existence: PSL.

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As I sit here contemplating life, annoyed with myself for hitting snooze so many times… I have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea. I’ve thought about moving my phone charger to the other side of the room so I am forced to get up, but even still, I could still climb back in bed. I have a mini keurig and I have a shelf right by where I would put my phone.

OK that’s it, coffee ready to brew right in my bedroom. Hahahaha that way I will get up with my first alarm, probably an hour at least earlier than the amount of times I hit snooze. That’s it. That’s the next step. Lol I was in denial but now I’m accepting it. I need more time in the morning and I just need to freaking get my Ass out of bed.

Coffee is the answer.

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Proof. Ultimate toilet shot. Ultimate toilet shot daisy dukes fit and don’t look half bad shot. Proud shot. Happy shot. Motivating shot. Also, go Broncos.

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Something happened. Something I’ve been waiting for. Something that would show me my efforts have been successful and useful and important. I feel like I look smaller. I’m getting more lean and looking a tiny bit more like the athlete I want to be each day. This journey is legit becoming real. I am changing my life, it’s being transformed and I can’t contain my excitement. I tried this a few weeks ago and they still didn’t pass the test.

In the beginning, they wouldn’t even fit over my butt and hips, no way they would button because I couldn’t get them on.

Today… Just to see, just for fun… I tried on my denim shorts. The ones that fit me when I was in high school.

They fit.

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Today was one of those days where you think there is absolutely no way you’ll be able to muster the energy. That was so hard. I basically lulled myself to sleep reading for school in the library. I layed in my car feeling sorry for myself for a good ten minutes before going in and hitting chest, triceps, and abs. Speaking of abs, metaphorically speaking if you accidently rip a fart on an ab machine and burp on the stair stepper that is totally fine because it’s your damn workout. I got interupted and hit on by an old man and then a junior in high school within ten minutes.

But I finished my freaking workout. Proud.

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And another leg day comes to a close. I’m proud of how consistent I’m being even with the start of school and working two jobs. I want this… I want to change, I want to be shocked by what my body can do, and I just wanna look good. This is for nobody else other than myself…. All those months where working out was a chore, a horrible unbearable boring chore have passed. I love it again. It’s fun. It’s inspiring. It keeps things interesting when you can’t really walk the next day because your legs are so sore. It’s epic. It gives me something to work towards. It matters.

I was just drinking my water and finishing up my workout tracker and looked at the glass…. I’m the same, yet very different. I’m loving who I see looking back at me more and more each day. I like how my arms look in this blurry, dorky gym shot. Progress is fun. Progress is worth it. Progress matters, even if it’s small.

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I’m feeling pretty good about myself today. Other than the random social drinks and a few cravings I decided to fulfill, I’ve been completely consistent for 5 whole weeks. This has never ever ever happened. Ever. I’ve only missed one workout, something I’m more proud of that anything. Two months ago it was a complete battle to even get to the gym twice a week, and let’s be honest thos workouts were wussy fests. I am really proud of myself for this. Truly this time I believe I to be a lifestyle change.

I was stuck in the depths. I had a chain of laziness, self loathing, and self sabotage welded to my ankles. Metaphorically, I had the gun, the saw, the keys, and whatever other tool to unlock this thing that had been holding me back for over a year. I’m not sure what it was, but something just clicked in my head. I realized I couldn’t keep going the way I was going. I would get sick. Mentally and emotionally I already was. Poor body image can be a disease if you let it get away. I was already emotionally and mentally sick, I wasn’t ready to be physically sick. Being a future nurse and knowing what sick is, what comes if you don’t take care of yourself, that terrifies me. So I changed.

This is the only fucking body you have. If you’re stuck in the depths, figure out what it takes to get loose and begin your ascent to better places…. It’s really freaking worth it.

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That awkward moment when you’re eating sushi in your car in the gym parking lot before going in and a family of 6 slowly gets into the car next to you, one by one looking at the sushi and eyeing you. People, no matter how hard you try I will not make eye contact. I have sushi and you don’t.

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So workout. Much sweat. Very endorphins.

I feel better.