Working out is hard. But not wanting to binge on food is even harder. Boo hiss.

This week I'm really going to try to step it up with classes. Two weeks until I can see Matt again (well, and my family) and I wanna look good. I've been working SO effing hard these past few weeks that I want something to show. I haven't seen Matt for a month, and I figure you can accomplish a lot in a month. I not going to put a "I want to be at X weight by X date" because honestly, I'll just be upset and depressed and hate myself if I don't make it. But I figure last year I lost something like, 25-30lbs in 4 months, I should be able to do SOMETHING in a month. Especially since I'm incorporating more weights. Now granted, back then I was also eating ridiculously low calories and had time for two a days, but I think now with drinking more water and (trying) to get a consistent sleep amount, things are evening out. More than anything I'm trying -- desperately trying -- to stay positive. One minute I'm loving myself, the next minute I feel like a blob.

Learning.

However, these two pictures have become my new motivation: