Italy is not exactly synonymous with fitness. Between the pasta and the gelato, rock hard abs aren’t exactly guaranteed. So how, you might ask, is Italy showing up on a fitness blog? Because yours truly is going that’s why.
My three year wedding anniversary is coming up next month and I’ve decided I want to spend it in Italy… And dare I say I want to look darned sexy. I bought a long maxi skirt and one of those Pinterest-worthy travel hats (you know the ones…look up twenty somethings in Italy and you’ll see the hat. Not the wide brimmed floppy one, the other one). Now I just need the body.
I bought a digital kitchen scale.
I started tracking my macros.
I packed my gym bag.
I said no to chocolate.
I made myself sweat every day this week:
Monday– Jillian Michaels kickboxing
Tuesday– ” power yoga
Wednesday– ” killer abs
Thursday– ” power yoga (20 minutes rather than the full 30)
Friday– walked 4 miles (visited Cambridge)
Saturday– gym workout for 25 minutes of cycling like mad
Sunday (today)- rest day. I went shopping. (That’s walking at least)
So I’m excited. I had a smile on my face through all the huffing and puffing because I am a twenty something who is planning a realistic trip to Italy in a few weeks and I am loving working out … and I get to see this cute mug everyday:
Life is awesome.
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