Half way there

Sorry for the delay in posts, for the two of you that read.  I bet you are wondering if I have fallen off the wagon, bellied up to the buffet, went AWOL from boot camp, or just plan called it quits.  The answer to ALL of the above is NO, no I haven't done anything in any way to quit.  I am still going to boot camp, still trying to be active on non boot camp days, and trying to eat right. 

We are at the half way mark, and I must say I have hit a wall.  I have struggled more this past two weeks with my diet and being active than I have the entire time.  I have nothing to attribute it to other than shear and complete laziness.  It pisses me off when I don't do something to exercise everyday, as much as it pisses me off when I eat like crap.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not pigging out on fast food and crap, but I am not eating enough fruit and veggies.  Salt has been my friend, not a good friend.  I lost a titch of weight this week, but not enough.  I had hoped that by this point in the game I would have lost a helluva lot more.   

The reality really hit me today.  We get weighed and measured on Monday and I want to "move on" (as opposed to be eliminated) but am not going to if I don't kick it up a notch.  My daughter and I went to the bike path tonight and exercised for 2 miles.  She was like a mini personal trainer.  She was setting goals for me for when to run and when to walk, and when I was running, she was yelling positive words to me the entire time.  She was biking while coaching me.  I still had trouble running, but tried to keep up with the goals set by my the trainer. While I was jogging (and I can still feel my butt flopping up and down in rhythm to my steps) I was thinking how glad I am  that she likes exercise and how important it is to have her make it a habit now, rather than when she is a fat 40 something mama. 

The "beast" that I spoke of in an earlier post, the one who holds me back on "the hill" on Friday night, is in FIRST PLACE over all.  I am so proud of him and jokingly let him know that I feel that in a small way I have contributed to his success.  Now, if I could have half of his success I would be a more (not totally) happy woman.  I probably could have some of his success if I worked my ass off like he does.  He told me that the only day he doesn't work out, work out HARD, is Sunday.  He deserves to be in first place.  Way to go Rob. 

So, game on for an active weekend.  Game on for healthy eating, and game on to keep on keepin' on!!!