Icebox makes it’s NJ debut.

Icebox Short Hills was already sold prior to my commitment and signing on the accept the role of Area Rep. What that means is, I’d not earned the commission on the sale of the license. However, I’d be doing the work to get it up and running. In all transparency, I was pretty freaking nervous as I was not confident with all of the modalities of Icebox. I’m still learning. After all, I pride myself on never being the smartest person in the room…there’s always something to learn and improve upon.

There was no real training due to the travel restrictions and being unable to see my girls in GA. Plenty of zooms, emails, phone calls. But nothing takes the place of in person anything. It’s that energy. It’s the physical, hands on learning that works best for me. In any event, I’d make it work. I’d self study and create flash cards and fake it until it became second nature.

Talk about timing! As Icebox had sold and found real estate, OTF was beginning to prepare for opening. I was caught between excitement and terror.

So I ate. Shocker.

My workouts were happening. My Peloton was my pal and I’d even been doing a Beach Body program with a friend and we held each other accountable. However, I’m in my basement. In my pjs. With no one watching. So I didn’t feel that pressure to perform. Hell, being in my pajamas some days I’d scaled back simply because I’d not put a bra on yet. I’m not proud to admit these things, but it’s been a process.

I’m an Apple Watch wearer. I was living to close my rings. I’d been in competitions with my friends and I’d even upped my calories to make myself push harder. During it all, one constant remains, you can not out train a poor diet.

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Yep. Still drinking.

Although my food wasn’t terrible, it was too much. It was too late. It was too often. And even though it’s a cauliflower crust, it’s still pizza. Just because it’s gluten free doesn’t make it less of a cookie.

You can’t pour sugar on shit and call it a brownie.

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Basically, that is what I was trying to accomplish with my half assed routines.

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