Your girl's had a good time in 2021. Like, a really...really....really G O O D gluttony filled time. It was a personal choice for me to take some time off being so regimented and just kinda do whatever struck my fancy....maybe I'd work out 4-5 times/week, maybe I wouldn't.....maybe I'd intermittent fast.....maybe I'd get two Starbucks chais before noon...

Six months, three weeks, six days, and seven hours until I turn F O R T Y....but who's counting?  Me, dangit.  I've been counting from the moment I hit 39.  Not because I'm in a full fledge meltdown at the thoughts of leaving my thirties and entering a new, seemingly scarier, decade--hell, that took place during my 37th year.  Nope.  Forties truly don't freak me out at all.  Rumor has it they trump your thirties because you R E A L L Y have not one single E F F to give and truly GET what life is all about and then some.  I've, in fact, been counting down the days until my next decade because I've got lofty goals as I vow to make 40 my best year yet.  Physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually....you name it...I've got it on the wishlist

I remember when my gal pal, Erin, was yip yapping last winter about [solidcore]  and I was all knee deep in the FWTFL workouts, having great success and quite frankly, I wasn't down with pilates as I like to get a little messy (aka sweaty) when I workout.  I FINALLY bit the bullet last February, and so with my mindset all, "This will be a breeze....I bet I'll barely sweat.....I'll probably be bored....the things I do for Erin," I entered the darkened room filled with a handful of Sweatlana's aka Mega Reformers and braced myself for something I was certain I'd easily tackle.  Um, how 'bout I got served the BIGGEST SLICE OF HUMBLE PIE....like ever

It's been quite a bit since I've done a post on the FASTer Way to Fat Loss and since the next round starts in two weeks, I thought there's no time like the present to chat up the #FWTFL.  But we're gonna kick it old school and go back to the basics to answer some of my most FAQ's