My little Bit of Honey

I passed the two week mark yesterday, two weeks straight of doing some type of workout and trying my best to watch what I eat. If I'm being honest, I really really did not want to get out of bed this morning. I tried so hard to talk myself out of it and to just give myself "5 more minutes" but I knew if I did that, I'd start the ball rolling down that slow decline. I didn't go to the gym this weekend, but I did get my workouts in. Saturday was supposed to be my rest day but I spent most of it cleaning my house and still hit my 10k steps. Yesterday I went for an outside run/walk because it was beautiful out and then we took our son to the zoo, I think I ended the day with 14k steps. So today I knew if I didn't go to the gym, I would have no other chance to work out today and I wouldn't do anything. SO off I went, even when I was driving there, I tried talking myself out of it, I kept saying "I can just do a half hour on the elliptical". Well I got

8 Days. I've gone to the gym for 8 days in a row. I've been sore just about every day, got a blister on my hand but it's been so worth it. I've had more energy than I've had in awhile and have been able to actually get stuff done around the house and I find myself making better food choices because I've already worked out in the morning. Today my friend came with me and it was so much better than going alone, having someone with you makes it easier to do that last rep or to keep pushing until the end (leg ups ugh and squats.. so many squats!). We did the workout from my Fitbod app and it was a really good workout! We're both fairly beginners at weight lifting so we're starting small and then will build up to lifting heavy. It helped me mainly because I was able to go to the weight side and actually feel confident about lifting weights. I wasn't intimidated by the other people there and it felt so good! I know I'll be pretty sore tomorrow but that

So. I've sucked. The past month and a half have been really bad. I've gained..20 pounds. I'm so ashamed to admit that out loud. I saw pictures of myself from a girlfriend's bachelorette and honestly was ashamed of what I looked like. It was then that my switch went off, I can't keep doing this anymore, I can't keep starting over. I have to start and just keep f'ing going. That being said, I decided to reach out to my FaceBook for help, I have a few guy friends that are consistent gym goers and offered to help me. This is good. These are the guys who will kick my ass (not literally of course) if I skip a day and text me at 5:00 am to make sure I'm out of bed. I've told my husband I'm not allowed to sleep in anymore, usually I just stay in bed after he gets up at 5:20. Now I'm up and out of the house before he wakes up and this has to be every day. I have to build it into a routine so that it becomes natural. I haven't really been runni