I’ve been having all manner of difficulty lately staying on track of my fitness and diet goals. Oh, I’m still going down to the gym and the pool for almost-daily workouts, sometimes even with Mr. Finger Candy or my mom in tow, but I’ve been eating such garbage, and lots ‘n’ lots of it. I’d wager in the first year of my “Turn things around or you’re gonna die” regime I dined at McDonald’s (a favourite, because that’s where the golden delicious fries live) perhaps just three or four times. I went there three times over this past long weekend alone. 😦
So that’s all kind of suckiness that I’m attempting to set right here at the beginning of this shortened work week. No more eyeballing it, no more creeping portion sizes, no more crap dietary decisions. No more McDonald’s, at least for the time being. Instead, I’d like to see a return to the sensible – and very casual – diet and exercise “plan” I’ve been following to great success these past 15 months (you know, up until the high caloric affair that was The Great Quarter Poundering of Victoria Day Weekend 2018.) I’m just a happier, better functioning human being when I keep a reasonable eye on body and soul, so that’s what I’m going to do.
As always, though, motivation is key. After all, if I had such a limitless font of the stuff in the first place, I wouldn’t be here right now! So this past weekend I went looking for something to juice the old motivational gears, evidence that what I’ve been doing has been working – a formerly snug tee, a formerly snug necklace, a formerly snug (insert the item *HERE* because everything was snug.)
Including my shoes! Because you actually can gain quite a bit of weight in your feet. Which is why these kawaii cuties from Irregular Choice have been banished to the top shelf of the front hall closet for the past six years – because they simply
do did not fit. I’m one of Cinderella’s step-sisters, but instead of greed and avarice, I was kept out of these slippers due to my extreme love of butter.
But they fit now! And I was beyond excited yesterday when I found them, jammed them onto my feet (no surprise here, but they are muy uncomfortable) and discovered that not only could I fasten the Mary Jane straps across my arches, but I could also stand up in them AND shimmy around for a bit (before the daggers in the balls of my feet demanded I stop.) Victory is mine! And so is a whole pile of positive motivation to keep on keeping on. I truly never thought I’d wear these shoes not just again, but EVER, because they have never fit. I’m as happy as a gilded, googly-eyed cupcake on a pair of four inch heels.
Or my fingers! Because, you know, nail art. I think this manicure turned out wonderfully, if not totally impractically. But sometimes in beauty – and footwear – you want to take the more is more approach, and these nails, and their inspiration, definitely qualify as MORE. Love it all, and glad to be back on track in so many different ways.