Is it terribly disturbing that I ironed my t-shirt before heading to the gym?
Yup. The gym. Jay has relinquished me of my mommy duties a few nights a week so that between kickboxing and yoga, I might once again find some inner balance.
Though I'm putting off yoga - treating it as a reward, really - until I can get into a regular routine of cardio. I need to fat blast in a serious way, and then I'll feel good about using my gym time for inner-me time. Besides, there really is something meditative about the rowing machine (I've always wanted to do crew), and I'm really enjoying the bike (it has a little tv and you can choose different routes and oh man, does it cater to the competitive streak in me!) Thursday I meet with a personal trainer because seriously, if I'm going to be at the gym a few nights a week, I want to be getting the most (weight loss) out of the deal.
The goal? 20 pounds - that'll put me at my South Beach/training for the 3-Day weight. And you want to hear something silly? My sister has always been thin, thin, thin and I've always struggled with my weight. We're wicked excited that she's pregnant - and in my twisted little head, this means she'll be gaining weight. If she gains enough, and I lose enough, for once in my life I could weigh less than my sister!
I've got until March to lose it all. Whatever gets me motivated, right?





My name is erika-renee, but call me eka - pronounced "eh-ka." I'm suddenly somehow 32, though I still love pigtails and overalls and silly, happy things. I live north of Boston, and I'm happily married to
I'm a mama!
