I am nothing but consistently inconsistent when it comes to diet and exercise.
This weekend, I reached my tipping point.
The dreaded scale has slowly inched up to a number I swore I would never return to post-pregnancy.
(Disclaimer: Probably not the BEST idea to weigh myself the day after a holiday. And when my period is already 2 days late.)
So I cried.
And felt sorry for myself.
And this morning? I got up at 5 a.m. and ran for 30 minutes straight.
See, I know what I need to do.
I simply just need to Just Do It.
(Nike, feel free to give me a call, m'kay?)
(P.S. I got my period this morning. So I should already be 5 pounds lighter now. Right?)