I have not been exercising very much these past few weeks. I’ve been purging clutter, immersed in personal growth and whatever else I came up with as an excuse. On top of that, I have been eating like a pig. Damn those Girl Scout Cookies.
I wasn’t going around telling people I felt fat. I didn’t even ask my friends or husband if it looked obvious that I was getting fat. But I kept on thinking it and feeling it. Over. And over. And over. As I kept on eating cookie after cookie.
I finally got sick of myself. Yesterday I went to spin class. I had not taken a spin class in a long time. Today I went to a Body Pump class. I’m still feeling fat but at least I got off my fat ass and did something about it.