At age 38 and at my heaviest non-pregnant weight ever, I finally came to the stark realization that I need to be held accountable. That I've proven time and time again that I am inconsistent and what I'm doing is NOT WORKING.
So I'm seeing a
Readers, I want you to meet my trainer. We'll call her The Other Sarah:
Just so you're not confused, this is Sarah:
And this is The Other Sarah:
So moving on...
The Other Sarah has taught me that 50% of my effort needs to be focused on my food intake, while the other 50% should be exercise. She is helping me with the exercise (minus the cardio which I must do on my own 3-4 days a week - I either run, ride the stationary bike, or do Jillian's Shred), but I alone am responsible for what I put into my body. The Other Sarah is guiding and teaching me about proper nutrition.
I have had horrible eating habits. Trust me on this. (Or just ask my Sis. Or my mother. Or Hubby.) Not only am I a Mindless Eater (meaning I never THINK about the quantity of food I'm shoving in my piehole), and a Picker (I totally eat off the boyz' plates when they're done), I am also a Late-Night Binge Eater. Whether it is downing a bag of potato chips or chocolate chips, my evening tastebuds are nondiscriminatory. Once the boyz went to bed, it simply became (a very bad) habit for me to MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH my way to bedtime. Seriously.
And then I'd wake in the morning, feel guilty, deprive myself (somewhat) all day, and then repeat the vicious cycle that night.
Shockingly enough, the weight wasn't melting off. It was packing ON.
Enter The Other Sarah. A fellow football mom who I happened to chat with at the football banquet in January. Who offered to take me on as a client and help me to lose 20 pounds while toning me up and getting me "tank top arms".
And so, the journey began...
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