I was raised Catholic, and while I don’t follow any particular religious doctrine as an adult (I pretty much believe in yoga and the power of DNA), the idea of confessing your sins in order to clear your conscience/redeem yourself has stuck with me through the years.
So here goes my pretty pathetic confession…I have not made it to the gym for a rigorous cardiovascular workout since before my September 8th wedding!!!! Eeekkkkk! That is horrible. I went once while on the honeymoon and did a few minutes of cardio and then mostly weight lifting, but I am now at the point where my weight is hovering around 120 lbs, which I am not complaining about; however, I think that some wiggles might be shifting to my booty as some of pants and skirts are starting to betray me.
The worst part of all of this is that the hubby and I have made a pact to eat healthy all week and then on Friday and Saturday nights allow ourselves to eat with some passion. Tonight, we are between Indian and Italian. Both options could prove to be calorie-ridden nightmares. In light of needing to reign in my derriere just a tad, I am going to start including posts about great restaurants throughout NYC and how to find a nice balance between “delicious for you” and “healthy for you”. Watch out for another post later tonight. We are either heading to Aaheli (Indian) or to Cesca (Italian) – wish me luck!