Hurdles

Hurdles... Too many times, I've had all the best of intentions of working out and something gets in the way. Today was one of those days, I got up had a few things to get done and a few things I wanted to do. Knowing it is New Years Eve and a lot of places would be closing early I had a lot to do before early afternoon, including going to the gym. So, this morning, I put on my gym clothes and went to take care of my to do list.

Just to verify the hours, I called the gym and found out they close at 5 tonight. At the very latest I had to be there by 4 in order to get a full workout. I arrived at 3:45 only to find out the child care center closed at 2. This really sucks! With all the best of intentions, my workout was ruined. I left fairly upset because I know there wasn't any warning that the child care would be closed.

I called my friend, who gives me a piece of wisdom. You know, if you're biggest problem is that you didn't get to go to the gym today, life really isn't that bad. She is so right. Life is good.

What's hindering you from hitting the gym? What are your hurdles?

Know your Own Strength Contest

I've been toying around with the idea for a while, but after some encouragement from the gym's manager I've decided to enter the know your own strength contest. I think the challenge will be good for me and make me work just a little bit harder. I've always done well with competitions and it will definitely help me meet and keep my goals. Even if I don't win, I know my body will be better off. I mean that is truly winning anyways, right? But I've convinced myself that I have a good chance at winning and a competition just might give me a bit more motivation.

I finally got all the info and signed up for a official weigh in and before photo time. I'm very nervous about the before photo (and the after). Official contest rules state the before photo must be taken in a two-piece swimsuit. ** GULP** I haven't worn a two-piece since I was a teenager! Not only is my body not in two piece condition BUT the worst part is I have so many stretch marks. My stomach looks like a race track and I am not in the least bit exaggerating.

I really had to think about this competition for a long while. Is it worth it? I know the before photo will be worse than the after. But still even after I achieve my goals, I doubt I will ever wear a two piece again. My skin is just so not normal looking and this is something that no amount of exercise is going to change. I figure though, this condition of the contest is just a hurdle and if I win it will be worth it.


Reasons I can win this contest:

1) I'm not 5, 10 or 15 lbs over weight. So I probably have a lot more weight to loose than the other contestants.

2) I'm already in the routine of making the gym a priority. I go 5 days a week for 1-2 hours at a time.

3) I'm not getting fit as part of a new year's resolution. I'm making a life style change.

4) Motivation, Motivation, Motivation.


Now... off to shop for that plus sized two piece.

Fat Tueday

It's the first weigh in Tuesday after Christmas. Due to the busy holiday, I only made it to the gym twice last week. I thoroughly enjoyed Christmas and all the food. Today, I weighed in at 228lbs. I've gained a pound from last week.

Instead of beating myself up, I'm going to use this as an opportunity. Yes, it occurred to me today while dancing my booty off in Zumba that I still have food issues. I really love to eat and struggle with portion control. I've been doing really well for the last two months but this week I know that while I am doing better I can still go back to my old habits quickly. It's going to take a lot of conscience effort to make better and healthier eating choices.

After taking most of last week off from the gym (Hey it was the holidays) I felt the same ol' negative self talk about going back. Yep, that little voice in the back of my head saying - Why, it's not like it's going to make a difference! Do I really have to go? I drug myself back yesterday and stepped up my workout today. I'm going to celebrate the fact that the negative self talk isn't winning. I AM seeing a difference and most of all, I'm feeling it! So even though, I took part of the week off, gained a pound I know I am not defeated.

And tonight, I started my blog. Yeah, I know there are previous entries but I backdated them. I've been tossing the idea around for a while and well, it's time to finally be weightless.

Wait and Weightless

I've been throwing around the idea of starting a blog for a while. It would be a neat way to chronicle my journey to better health and a source to keep me accountable. Share my stress, victories, and motivation. I've been sharing some on facebook and just about every time I open my mouth but I know I need an outlet just for this.


As I was shaking my booty in Zumba, the word weightless came to me. The words were dancing around in my head was it wait less, weightless. Hmmm... what exactly does that mean. My goal is not to become weightless but just to weigh less. Really my size isn't all of it, I need to have things weigh less on my heart. So many times in my life I've carried the weight of the world alone on my shoulders. I'm a woman of faith and my relationship with God is developing. This is where wait and weightless comes in. God has a plan for me, I know it. I just have to WAIT and see what his plan develops into. I've seen his work in my life, I know he is there. I've seen my plans go up in smoke and seen his great gifts. I feel it's God's will that I WAIT and become Weightless.


Ps 27:14 Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart

Weigh - In

It's been a while since I've stepped on a scale. Let's face it, I know I'm not going to like what it says. I know I'm over weight but if I'm ever going to get anywhere I need to know where I started. I've avoided telling anyone how much I weigh -including my husband, especially my husband.

I did today though, I stepped on the scale and overcame that obstacle. I've decided to weigh myself weekly, every Tuesday in the locker room at the gym. I'm no longer going to be afraid of the scale or what it says. Today, I weighed in at 247 lbs. My goal, loose 100lbs or as close as I can come to it.

In the begining

Dear Gym, Like an ex boyfriend, I've avoided you. During this time, I've GAINED a lot. I'm tired of paying monthly support and not seeing you. It's time I make a serious commitment. I think we should start seeing each other again. I'm sorry I've let myself go this long and I'm sure I'll be sore for a while. Please don't give up on me. xoxo