So here's the thing. I am a size 18 or an XXL. I am done with it. Over it. I see cute things but they don't look cute on me or don't come in my size. Places I want to shop don't have my size. So what did I do today to get closer to this goal. I downloaded Myfitnesspal and logged most of what I ate. Nothing like half assing something right? That's how I got this whole ass by half assing way too many things. UGH!

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  1. UnknownMarch 22, 2015 at 11:53 AM

    I am proud of you! I have that app too and guess what, it's going to be put to use! I have had it and not used it. Changing that! As you know my plan is ten on low carb and ten on low cal. Myfitnesspal does not focus a ton on low carb so I will have to get creative when I am on the low carb cycle. It does low calorie perfectly so I'll be fine in those parts of the cycle. It's a step. And how do you walk? Step by step. We will get in those cuter clothes. We WILL.

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