Sophie's Weight Loss Challenge

Is it a set back when you have a discouraging night? Maybe it's more like a blip. Anyhow, I wanted to do zumba with Beth and the class was full. So.. naturally I got ballsy and thought, "of course we will just do another class while we are here."

Boot camp it is!!

And ouchy ouchy ouch. I am glad I tried. AND I'm certain, if actually at my own pace, I could have finished a whole hour. But it wasn't my pace was it? It was the pace of the lovely little college girls. I wonder if being spiteful is helpful or not, but I feel not all girls are working out for the right reasons. But hey, what ARE the right reasons? Because they got fat and unfit. That's my reason. More power to them for going. I wish I had. I was too busy being in love and overachieving in college.

But hey, Beth and I did what we could, until I felt like vomiting- which would have been great in front of Jillian Michaels but not all those girls. So alas I had a terrible attitude and since I was mentally prepared for a dance class, I gave up miserably. It's been a long while since I did that. And I think it has been a long time coming.

Dance classes are empowering, if you aren't looking in the mirror too much. Forgetting it all to music and dancing to the beat is what gets my blood pumping. I know I get mentally prepared with just a little diddy or tune... and go! I'm off!

I did walk with Beth afterward... alas there was never enough stretching in the world to truly reverse was is turning out to be a bad series of events. Guess what I did today? Not exercise... sat in a cold house curled up waiting to leave. Then I sat in a car for ohhhhhhh 5 hours and now I'm sitting in a restaurant. And then I'm on a plane for almost 4 hours!! Anything over 2.5 or 3 hours is miserable. I'm not only cramping, I can't possibly eject myself with any agility from my seat and out the plane if these series of events keeps turning out unlucky. I highly doubt it. (She literally knocks on wood.)

So what do I do now? Mope? Pout? Stomp? I sure feel like it. But eh... I'm just gonna take a nap at my sister's house in Georgia a short 13 hours from now, and then I will.... hop back up and exercise again. To music. And feel 100% better. I'll eat an enormous amount of fruit and veggies. No pastas or breads. And avoid dairy. Just like always. I'll treat myself of course... but I know my body will kill me when I end the day without a good old work out. My body, she's definitely addicted. It's annoying and probably the only reason I exercise some days, since that amnesia about how good I feel is almost instantaneous with departing for last exercise session.

Ok... vent over. Happiness is just right there. I just have to reach out and grab it. Then I'm off and running yet again.

(PS this pain is WORSE, way WORSE than when I did the Warrior Dash. Time to go walk the terminal and stretch for the next two hours....)