week 6

The beginning of week 6. . . wow.  When WFMH started, I hoped that by this point, I would be running road races, sleek and slim, and addicted to vegetables.   Well, I am jogging more to       " the bridge" more at boot camp, down 11 pounds, and making better food choices. . . so, all in all, while I have not met my delusional goals, I am headed in the right direction. I don't remember a time when I haven't wanted IMMEDIATE results. I am NOT a patient person, just ask my family.  
While I survived the first elimination, I am envious of those individuals at the top of the leader board.  I  learned that several of those individuals are attending boot camp multiple times a week, and eating all of the right things.  It is not feasible for me to attend boot camp more than twice a week, and I have a family to consider when eating.  I want them to be healthy , but I do not want them to feel deprived or punished for my eating dysfunction.  AFTER I get my own routine down and achieve the results I want, THEN I will work on getting more creative with the rest of the fam and a quest for consistent healthy eating.  :)
Boot camp is NOT getting easier.  Each class they push us farther and challenge us more.  The stuff we are doing is activity that I NEVER EVER thought I could or would do.  I DO think however that if someone video taped the charade they could win the prize on America's Funniest Home Videos. . . .it is a sight.  This is not an invitation however for some whack-a-do  with a camera to have open season on fatties trying to slim down and shape up.  Our team had shirts made with the motto "just shut up and do it" on the back.  We will be wearing them on Monday night when we are doing our own version of the amazing race throughout downtown Lincoln.  Won't it be a site in downtown on Monday night with a plethora of fat people in team specific colored T-shirts exercising as if we have been doing it our entire life,when in reality we were really deciding what we would be having for our next meal. 
Last night I walked on a path while my daughter was at dance.  This is my routine every Tuesday night. . . I was feeling pretty good about my pace and even thinking that if I didn't need to pee so bad I possibly could have jogged a few steps.  You could say I was feeling pretty good about myself.  Then. It. Hit.  A toned, tan, blonde with the sun perfectly setting behind her came jogging around the corner.  She wasn't breathing heavy and looked good sweating.  She made eye contact with me in an almost apologetic manner, as if she felt bad that she was jogging and looking good and despite my success over the past 5 weeks, I was STILL looking fat, frumpy, and a big ball of sweat. Reality bites.
So, that's about it.  Keep on, keepin' on. Until next time. . .