That's what my life has been like since 3 weeks ago when I started this. Me and exercise haven't always been friends. Actually we've barely been acquaintances.
But oh how that has changed.
Like this last week? I've done 7 workout sessions! SEVEN! I like the gym now (except for the slightly intimidating muscle-clad men that strut around like peacocks), I LOVE to run and the highlights of my week are the two Zumba classes I do.
This girl's learn'n to shake her booty y'all. :-)
Each Wednesday is weigh-in day. Week 1 - 1kg. Week 2 - 900g. I've lost 1.9kg so far. I have 8.1kg to go.
And just quietly? (Only not because this is a blog after all)
I think I've got this weight-loss in the bag.
I mean, I've NEVER been this committed. Or determined. Or excited. Or inspired.
After years and years of being overweight I'm ready to meet the size 12 that is hiding within me.
I know she's there. At the moment only my legs look about a size 12. But my thighs? Not so much. My neck has become thicker (what the?) but my tummy is shrinking. My butt has a long way to go.
Is it too much? Talking about my butt on my blog? Sorry.
After I did the 'Butt & Thigh Workout' DVD on Friday morning it hurt every time I sat down. Or walked, or bent over. Anything really. It all hurt. But as they say, pain is gain.
However the past few days have been frustrating as I've come down with a nasty head cold (is there really any other kind?). And so I swing between pushing myself to exercise and feeling truly awful afterwards, and not even bothering to get up off the couch.
It's been a week of extremes. I'm proud to say though, that I have avoided my I'm-sick-and-need-comfort-food trips to the pantry for a bite of chocolate here and there. And I honestly haven't even missed them.
I do believe that's a milestone people.
I'm learning to love the body that I have and it's so refreshing to have a positive opinion on my physical appearance - instead of the usual beat-myself-up buffet with a side of guilt please.
It may sound cheesy? But when I smile it kinda feels like it comes from way down inside me now. Instead of just on the surface. I'm more okay with the way I am then I have been in a long, long time.
Having said that, it's hard work. Sweating isn't exactly enjoyable and having aching muscles every day isn't a walk in the park. It's barely a walk anywhere really, more of a moaning shuffle.
But it's worth it. Totally worth it.
The kids are tucked up in bed (2 healthy, 2 with Mr. Snuffles also here for a visit), Matt is asleep and the electric oil burner is keeping me company with it's eucalyptus goodness wafting toward me.
Ahhh. Peace and quiet.
Good night world.
I'm going to take my 27th homeopathic cold & flu tablet.
I'm beginning to doubt if they even work.
