Rather than looking at this as a metaphor for my shameful inability to finish anything I start, I'm just going to gloss over it, smile and pretend I meant to do this. Hmm..
Anyway, I failed to lose any proper amount of weight in time for my honeymoon, and although I've carefully edited the hideous photos from the inevitable Facebook showcase, I'm not altogether happy with how I look in any of them. And that's quite sad. Don't get me wrong, I had an absolutely amazing time and I loved every second, but I wanted a thorough record of our honeymoon that I could treasure forever - after all, you only get to go on honeymoon once (OK, so maybe I had two - a minimoon and a honeymoon, but that doesn't count). There's something desperately sad about the fact I couldn't motivate myself enough to get myself into some kind of decent shape before such a momentous point in my life. And now, although we have some frankly spectacular shots that bring it all back in an instant, I wince when I see the ones I'm in. And so it will always be, no doubt, every time I see them for the rest of my days.
That in itself is probably one of the greatest motivators I have for starting up my 'eye of the tiger' / 'woman on a mission' challenge again. But this time, it's slightly different. Every January, me and my husband sit down and go through all the things we want to achieve that month, what we want to achieve that year, and what we're aiming for generally in life. I'll be damned if I start another year saying I want to lose 30lbs by my birthday. Every sodding year that's one of my goals, and every sodding year I fail to achieve it.
I failed to do it before my 30th birthday, I failed to do it before I got married and I failed to do it before I went on honeymoon.
My mother-in-law recently said she's noticed a competitive streak in me she's never seen before. She's going to see a lot more of it from now on.
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