Sad fact: since meeting Lobster I have gained about 10 pounds. While I didn't know it at the time, when he and I met, I was at my "happy weight." Your "happy weight" is the weight at which your body feels happy and you feel happy and your clothes fit right and you have a good fitness routine down and you enjoy it. When Lobster and I started dating I was on a very strict diet and exercise schedule and I felt great. And then I got myself a boyfriend and everything started deteriorating in the food and exercise department.

I know I'm not the only one that this has happened to, ladies. Fess up, now.

Anyhoo, Lobster himself had nothing to do with my slow decline. I just seem to have no willpower when we're out on the town eating at wonderful restaurants or drinking with friends or hanging out at the house with homemade cheesecake and a nice bottle of wine. Of course, I also let myself stay up too late to spend time with Lobster and then I'm too tired to get up and go workout in the morning, especially on Saturday mornings. All of this has led to ten ugly pounds creeping back onto my belly and thighs, which led to pants that were just a bit too snug, which led to having to buy pants a size up, which led to a complete meltdown, which led to throwing myself a pity party...you get the idea.

So I decided that I need to give myself a swift kick in the rear and do something about it. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing wrong right now, but I know a few things I could be doing better. For example, I should run more like I used to. The last few weeks in boot camp have taught me that I have become significantly slower and weaker than I was a year and a half ago. So I need to build my endurance by adding more running back into my routine. I need to continue with weight training, but focus more on the major muscle groups with compound movements. I need to seriously rein in my appetite on the weekends and stop pigging out just because it's a weekend. And I need to go to bed on time so I can get up in the mornings and get my arse to the gym.

These are my goals. I am determined to lose the evil 10 pounds that have been making me depressed for the past few months. I am determined to be in the best shape of my life on my wedding day, especially if we go to some tropical island for our honeymoon and I have to prance around in a bikini for 7 to 10 days.

I can already tell this is going to be a hard time to start kicking myself into gear, though. It's ridiculously cold outside which makes it really, really difficult to get out of bed and go to the gym in the mornings. I'd much rather run outside in the park, but at these temperatures I might lose my toes to frostbite. And then I wouldn't be able to run at all because I hear you can't balance without your toes. I wonder if that's true?

Anyhoo...so wish me luck. I'm gonna need it.