Yes, that’s right. I’m scared with this new meal plan of a specific amount of calories and specific foods I’m going to be hungry. I’m not quite sure why that scares me, maybe it’s because I starved to death in a previous life or more rationally, I’ve been eating twice to three times as many calories a day for the past six years. Yea . . . it’s probably the second one.
Though, I’ve dug in. I’ve paid my incredibly motivating trainer/nutritionist and spent two hours in the grocery store re-acclimating myself with fresh produce and nothing out of a can. I’m going to do this. I’m going to take time to prep my food and workout.
Wanna know the other thing that freaks me out? Yea, I have to send progress photos. Yes, you heard it right, progress photos every so often. Last night I, the girl who wears hoodies in 120 degree weather because I’m ashamed of what I’ve let my body become, stripped down to a sports bra and short workout shorts to take photos of a body that I don’t pay attention to anymore.
It took me just short of an hour to talk myself into it. I have just met this woman, will she show the pictures to anyone? Will she laugh and make fun of me? Those and a lot of other questions swirled through my brain as I procrastinated taking the photos.
Now where should I stand, it has to be perfect. Now what should. . . ahhh just take the damn photos. 10-second timer set, ding . . . ding . . . ding ding ding click. click. click.
The pictures are taken, now I actually had to send them. After apologizing profusely for what her eyes were probably never going to be able to un-see, I hit the send button.
I never knew that would be the hardest first step into this process I would take. Now let’s see if I can do it the next time I have to go through this.
