Fitness>Oreos. Or so they say...

I have embarked the last two months on an incredible weight loss/fitness journey. Man oh man has it been tough. I find myself battling with my self control (the amount that exists, that is) on a frequent basis. For example, when I went grocery shopping earlier today, and found myself literally staring at the Oreos, as if looking hard enough at them would make one magically appear in my mouth. WIZARD. Accio double stuffed.


No but seriously, guys. I'm feeling good. 


Luckily I have my "bad-ass" workout buddy Angelina giving me some support. We also work together, so she slaps some sense into me when I am eyeing the cheese pizza as well. 


I feel good. I feel healthy. I feel strong. I never want to quit. I feel myself running farther, and having to work harder everyday to raise my heart rate. Now to conquer my eating habits. Ha.






Sing our workout anthem, and be merry. ;)

Fin.