Day 1:
I woke up this morning feeling energized and great! I told myself today was the day I was going to start my healthy eating. No more sugar, no more white carbs like regular bread and white rice. I even brought healthy snacks with me to work. I had a mild breakfast and then came lunch. I forgot I was eating with a vendor. So, after my bag of chips (they were the POP's chips does that help?), my large turkey sub sandwich on white Italian bread and 2 kinds of side salad I was feeling a little less optimistic about my day. But, I hadn't eaten sugar which was great. I came home still feeling ok and my husband says "Babe, you know what we forgot yesterday (our 1st anniversary)? To eat the cake from our wedding." I had to oblige this request, it WAS our first anniversary (yesterday did I mention). Yum...red velvet cake is still surprisingly delicious 1 year later. So instead of beating myself up too much I thought I could still redeem myself by hitting up the 8PM kickboxing class.
It is amazing how uncoordinated one person could be. You really have no idea how ridiculous uncoordinated kickboxing can look until you are forced into a room surrounded on all sides by mirrors. But thankfully those mirrors are there or else I wouldn't be able to see every square inch of my fat jiggling as I attempt to do jumping jacks while kicking and punching at the same time. I feel like it's important to look like an epileptic moose while exercising in public just to get the maximum effect of the workout. 20 minutes in I am drenched in sweat. Each time I finally get the moves she changes them and keeps telling us to kick higher and punch harder. I was about to tell her to stand in front of me because accidents can happen in a kickboxing class. But I was sweating profusely and feeling great about how hard I was working when I look to my right and a 65 year old, 4 foot Asian woman is kicking next to me and smiles - not a drop of sweat on her face. After 40 minutes I decide I might drop dead in this class. But I pull through to the end and come home. The little Asian woman had to carry me to my car but I did pull through. I guess there is always tomorrow.
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To quote P90X, which is such a fantastic system and I should really get back to it, "Do your best, forget the rest." Way to go! You gave it your all the whole class. Everyone there, if they were even looking at you at all, had nothing but respect for you. And if they didn't I'll beat them up.
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