Boot Camp #2

Today was boot camp #2.  To say I was apprehensive is like asking if the state of Nebraska is excited for the game tomorrow.  HELL YEAH I was apprehensive.  However, working out with my WFMH group was AWESOME.  I felt like I could push myself more and not look like a fish trying to flop itself back into the ocean from the beach.  I still sweat like a pig, and had to stop periodically, but I LOVED IT.  It felt good.  I didn't have the urge to cry, nor did I have the burning desire to puke.  I am going to go back Wednesday night with the kick my ass crew, but that's OK, it will only force me to work hard and try to improve.  Someday maybe I will the kick my ass crew. . . ok I'm getting goofy, I just hope to be healthy and fit.  (and maybe a little k-m-a)

Lianna (trainer) was so right when she said I would be more sore today than I was yesterday.  Walking was a challenge and I seriously considered standing to pee just so I wouldn't have to force myself up and down off of the toilet.  (Too much information?)  However, risking peeing down my leg, I fought through the pain and took it like a woman!  It has to get easier, or I'm just going to get better at holding it. 

The hard part is the food.  I am SO afraid I am going to eat something wrong, too much of something, etc.  This has always been my problem in the past when I've "watched my weight".  I get such an extreme case of anxiety before stepping on the scale, that I darn near pass out.  Monday night we have to weigh, and I keep telling myself that it is only  a number, and feeling better and being more active is more important.  Well. . .let's put that in perspective.  I could also say that my checking account balance ( or lack thereof) is also "only a number" and that buying things on sale and only things we need is more important.  Whatever, it is a number that matters, and SO is my weight.  Let's just pray that my weight will go down and my balance in the checking account will go up! 

I'm headed home for Labor Day.  I'm already signed up for a 5K on Sunday (walk of course), and I have to do something on Saturday and Monday, after all, that "number" gets recorded on Monday.  As much as I say that being competitive and winning doesn't matter, deep down, I want to be competitive, I want to do well, and darn right, I want to win. 

Thanks for reading (if anyone is reading) and until next time. . . . .