My Body Is My Temple...Except When There Is Chocolate Around.

So we got back from Thailand on Monday night. Before we left for Thailand I made a vow to myself that I would book some personal training sessions when we came back. To be frank I need it. I currently rock a size 14, though lately I have been fitting into quite a few size 12's. Don't get me wrong, by no means do I think size 14 is 'big'; however I am a real shorty at only 160cm, and I just feel that size 14 is too big for me.

I'm not under any illusions, I'm aware that I've gradually been putting on weight over the years. I've just been too lazy to do anything about it up until this point. I guess it doesn't help that I have a gorgeous, super sexy fiance who constantly tells me I'm beautiful and loves me regardless of what size or weight I am. Geez I heart that man.


But alas, the time has come for me to get off my butt and do something about it. And this is where I realise just how much of a knob I am - my reasons for wanting to lose weight are completely superficial. You know how most people want to lose weight for health reasons, or to make a positive 'lifestyle' change?

Yeah that ain't me. My reasons for wanting to lose weight?

-To look good in the wedding photos
-To fit into a sexy wedding dress
-To be a smoking hot bridesmaid in February next year
-To look good in our engagement party photos (when/if we ever get around to having one...)

I am a knob.

Aaaaaanyway, I went and booked 20 personal training sessions today. Yes 20. I plan on having three sessions a week. My first one is tonight.

So after I did that, I went and did what any self-respecting girl would do - I spent $200 on new gym clothes.

And then went home and promptly ate 3 rows of chocolate from a block of Cadbury's we have sitting in the fridge.