Change

Is there anything more terrifying, or exciting, than change? As someone who once moved 6 times in 3 years, and can tell what year a photo was taken by my hair colour at the time, I must admit change and I have a bit of a love/hate relationship. Isn't it funny how sometimes it's easier to just keep things the same, even when you're not happy?

Changing your body, in particular, takes a great deal of effort. The type of transformation I'm referring to requires a lot of planning, sweat, determination, and of course - will power. It's so incredibly easy to slip into a world of complacency - despising the way your lifestyle makes you feel but accepting it at the same time.

Lately I've spent more time and effort on coming up with excuses for why I'm not yet in the shape I'd like to be, than I have on making an effort to do anything about it. Honestly, summer is a tough time to stay motivated. I was actually doing quite well until July - then came Stampede and the least nutritious food known to man. Corn dogs, mini doughnuts, pop, mozza sticks, and deep fried mac & cheese wedges (so deliciously evil) all washed down with copious amounts of alcohol of course ;) It was a downward spiral from there....

So now it's back to business. And this time I've found a partner in crime. Someone who wants to be in shape for my wedding (almost) as much as I do. We're off to the gym tomorrow to sign up, and I'm excited like a little kid (or just me) at Christmas. I can't wait to start pushing myself, and her, to be our best selves. Because she's the one who taught me everything I know about fitness and nutrition. Oh, what a team we'll make!