A woman without curves is like jeans without pockets. You don't know where to put your hands. -Italian Proverb
Hey everyone! Im Brittany, an almost-21-year-old college student who's incredibly sick of being fat and feeling ugly and finally decided that it was time to make a real change in her life. On here you'll find my inspiration, my motivation, my ugly thoughts, my rants, vents, worries, cravings, workouts, and anything else that pops into my head. I'm not going to sugar coat anything- this shit is gunna be hard as fuck, but in the end, it will be work it to know that I worked my ass off (literally!) to achieve an amazing body, a better outlook on life, love for myself, and added years of my life to live. I'm in this with my amazing boyfriend, Jacob, who's 23 and sexy as fuck but wants to get healthier, love himself more, and get rid of his tiny belly pudge (which i fucking love but hey, if it makes him happy to get rid of it, I'm totally not gunna object). I'm always looking for more people to be friends with and to go through this journey with, so feel free to drop me a line at any time! I'm always here if you need an ear, the link to my ask box is below. So hit me and let's make friends! Stay sexy, you babes :*
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FAT RANT
So I was wicked sick for the past 3 weeks, could barely eat. Lost like 15lbs. Then I started eating again and gained it all back. Wah! Makes sense tho. I’ve basically been sleeping all the time cuz I’ve had no energy and I’ve felt like such shit.
Anyway. The point of this post is. Today I was finally feeling really good and energetic and I was like hey, let’s finally use my Wii Zumba games that I got for Xmas! So I get all my workout gear on and I start doing my thing… And three songs in, I’m freaking dead. WHAT THE FUCK. I used to be able to workout for like three hours at this time last year. I’d go to the gym and do weights for an hour, hit a Zumba or TurboKick or whatever class, then spend an hour or so running or biking or using the elliptical. And now I can’t even make it three songs into a Zumba class without dying. This is PATHETIC. I really need to work on this, like, a lot. I’m quite disgusted with myself.
Anyway, I’m starting a new workout thing to slowly get to where I wanna be.
20 min of Zumba, 50 squats/kickbacks (at least Mon, Weds, Fri)
1 mi walk/run, 50 pushups/situps (Tues, Thurs, Sat)
30 min of yoga every day
Sundays off except for yoga
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
