Kirsten Ely - Week 3

Eating six times a day and working out three or four days a week has become second nature. I actually look forward to going to the gym. I am in a constantly good mood (most of the time). My energy doesn’t crash in the afternoon any longer. Oh, yeah, and I’ve lost a few inches and pounds… not a bad side effect either. At this point, the bikini competition that used to seem like a faraway idea is starting to cross my mind more frequently. It’s becoming a bit more… well, real. Each time I look at a glass of white wine and feel the urge to drink a bottle of the stuff… I think about that tiny swimsuit. I set a countdown calendar on my phone and look at it daily… 65 days until the competition. 65 days until I’m up on a stage in front of family and friends (and strangers!) strutting (hopefully strutting… and not clumsily stomping about with my shoulders slouched and head down) in barely anything, painted/tanned orange-ish, and wearing a pair of lucite heels. Holy moly… can I do this? Stacey {my nutrition/training/motivation guru} continues to remind me that I can. I hope (really, really hard) that she’s right.