Monday, July 20, 2015

#planGOST

At the beginning of this year, my BFF Deb and I decided we're gonna get our shit together. How is it that life can be so great and in such shambles at the same time? We had lofty dreams of finding the answers. Enter #planGOST, or, plan: Getting Our Shit Together.

We set goals and set a date to "revisit" said goals and revise as necessary. These goals included things like eat better, exercise more, study harder, and save money. You know, the usual crap that EVERYONE says. But we were serious. We meant business. We were gonna do it. We were women, hear us roar.

I'm sure you know where this is going.

As with a lot of things, it just kinda fizzled out. Big surprise on my part. I can't seem to stick to anything besides carbs for any length of time. And cookies. I can always stick to cookies.

See, in 2013, I lost 85 pounds. I was on top of the world. I exercised every day, watched what I ate, and kicked ass and took names. I was a sexy mofo and I was feeling damn good. I helped the older ladies at work get into a workout routine. I was into cardio. I was into yoga. I hiked. Granted, I was still very overweight, but I was doing awesome.

I'm sure you know where this is going.

Then life happened. And I let it. By Feb of 2014, I had gained 20 lbs. back. By August 2014, I had gained 35 back. The last time I checked, which was about 2 months ago, I had gained 50+ lbs. back. All those clothes that I had gotten when I lost weight? Currently they are my cat's comfy bed on my closet floor. All that energy I had? Nowhere to be found.

Lest you think that's the only failure in my life, let me tell you about school. I started in October of 2014 getting a business degree. This was an awesome program, and the pacing of it was dictated by me! I could crank out 10 classes in one semester if I set my mind to it! And I was gonna! I was gonna knock this sucker out of the park and be done with the whole degree it in a year, MAX.

I'm sure you know where this is going.

As of today, I'm about half done with the degree. Yep, Almost TWO YEARS LATER AND I'M ONLY HALF WAY FINISHED. That pacing that's dictated by me? I can apparently dictate that I be slow as molasses and lazy as fuck.

So with all that happening in my life, and Deb having issues of her own as well, we decided we were gonna get it together. #planGOST was going into effect and we were gonna succeed. We were gonna attain our goals. We were gonna grab life by the horns and make it our bitch. The world was our oyster.

I'm sure you know where this is going.

My oyster? She was screwed. She shriveled up and died and started stinking up the place. I continued to eat like every meal was my last. I continued sitting on my ass. I continued being lazy with my school work. But Deb? She started to do it. To ACTUALLY get her shit together. Her list? She crushed it. Losing weight? Check. Exercising? Check. Saving money? Check. She had goals and she started to go for them.

I'm sure you know where this is going.

But wait? What is this under my ass? A fire? It's getting hot, kids. And I'm feeling it. I gotta get my head in the game. Deb is such an inspiration. She is such a cheerleader. She has taken her oyster and made a pearl. She has taken those bull horns and mounted those suckers. She has made life her biotch. And damn I am proud of her. She tells me she knows I can do it, so it's time to believe her.

Stay tuned. I'll share my goals. I'll share my struggles. I'll bitch a lot and hopefully be proud a lot. Please cheer me on.


2 comments:

  1. I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this post. You can do all that, and even more! Rock on, girl! (Oh, and to be honest, I soooo want to be part of your GOST club! LOL Make sure you let me know if you take applications! ;))

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  2. I KNOW you can do it. You will do it and I'll be here to cheer you on every step of the way. Also Chloe you are more than welcome to join club GOST lol x

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