This was me last year. I was cute. Very cute if I must say so myself. But what's the point of living if you aren't trying to get better? I am going for the defined six pack, and I am going to wear the smallest bikini I can find that won't embarrass my kids. But they will be alright. It will build character.
So, I have started eating like this more. I can not tell lie; with all the changes going on in my life, I became pretty inconsistent with my eating and working out. But I am getting back on track. I am no chef, and I promise when we get rich the FIRST thing I am going to do is hire a chef. Believe that. I don't need a personal trainer. Just someone who can make chicken taste like fried chicken without the calories. Ok, I know he/she will be a chef and not a magician, but a girl can hope.
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