I’ve been working with a trainer since my birthday. You all know that. Since my April trip, I’ve fallen off the wagon. I’ve not been eating right and limited on working out. Something that I’m not proud of.
I’m very blessed to have a very supportive trainer/coach. She has been there for me through every success and every failure.
We’ve set-up a 60 day challenge. This is where I need to shine. The goal is 30 pounds in 60 days. I need to rock out and work my ass off to make this happen.
Something that helped light a fire under my ass today was that the Account Director came around to tell us the dress code for our client meeting. He looked at me and was like, “Maybe something a little less sloppy.” SERIOUSLY? What the Fuck?
Why don’t account people understand that creatives know that they need to dress up for clients, and need to dress down to actually create?
Any way, I asked him, “do you think I’m dressed sloppy now?” If you can’t tell I’m totally blunt. Apparently he is as well. “Well you could dress a lot better.”
Ugh. It just frustrates me being an overweight woman. It’s hard to find clothes that hide multiple parts of my body. The shirt needs to be long enough to not only tuck in over my gut, but also be pulled out a little bit so that the shirt isn’t revealing the roundness of my gut and muffin top.
Also, I don’t want to wear something sleeveless. My arms are not pretty and no one should have to look at them. Please sew some sleeves on that shit.
Anyway. This conversation pissed me off. Good motivation to start this fucking 60 day challenge.
– Weigh Ankor.
