So, this holiday I regressed. I didn’t work out for almost 2 weeks. Quite frankly I’d had enough and wanted to celebrate the holidays by not sweating. And I ate. You name it, if it had calories, I put it in my mouth…and I don’t mean in a sexy way. Candies, cookies, bread, gravy, stuffing, ice cream, burgers, fried anything. It was a holiday to remember, but now the calories have come home to roost. Dreading my return to working out last Tuesday, I got on my scale for the first time in over a week. I couldn’t even find it at first, mostly because I’d hidden it under my shame. My fear of what I’d see on that digital readout was extreme but I knew I had to pay the piper. I was so disappointed but not too surprised to see my scale tell me I was 8 lbs heavier. 8 lbs in less than 2 weeks! I confessed all to my trainer, Gidon Gabay who assured me the damage wasn’t permanent and then proceeded to work me out like the fat bitch I am. I sweated more in that hour than I think I have in my whole life to date and to my absolute surprise and delight, the next morning after my morning trip to the toilet, I was 7 lbs lighter! Either my trainer is a workout God or I’m just full of shit.

I challenge you!!!!