Good Morning,
I was a little tired yesterday to write the blog after the work-out. Valentines day really sucked. I hate being alone, but i love it at the same time. I didnt have to buy any gifts, or candy and I got to spend time alone with myself watching TV. Im so cool! Yesterday's workout was pretty amazing. Its funny that now i kind of get excited going to work out. When you see results, you get extremely encouraged, and all this energy just wraps its self around you, and you feel confident. Our warm-up was a little dull in my opinion, i think its because im getting used to doing it. Our workout was an intense one to say the least. We started out on the bikes, i of course picked out the Jane Fonda bike, Barbara and Karen got the good ones, and Nettelton got the one that didn't work all that well. When we got on the bikes i was thinking that this was going to be easy and over soon. NOT. We had to sprint on the bike for 20 seconds and rest for ten, we did 8 rounds of this. when we got done we all felt like toddlers trying to walk for the first time, gummy legs, and you couldn't understand anything we were saying because we were breathing so hard. Luckily i didn't poop my pants. Riding that damn bike aint no joke. Our morning workout consisted of Burpee-pushups, Kettle bell squats, and sit ups. We had to do 7 of each AMRP for 12 min. Flossy was feeling fine, but you know how she can act up, so instead of the push up burpees i had to ride Jane( thats what he said...da dun chee)! My relationship with Jane is growing. It was a great workout. When i get up in the morning i dread driving to versus, but when i leave i feel like a Million Dollar Bill. I also like going to walmart after to buy veggies and fruits. I walkin with my sweat staind work-out clothes and my cut off gloves, saying to myself " look at all these fat asses in here" You would think I have lost 200 pounds, ive only lost 21 officially, but i feel skinny. It is an amazing feeling to see your body transform daily. Soon enough i wont have to look in the mirror to see my whoo-haa. ( sorry mama). Last year i bought this amazing grey shirt for the Mardi Gras. When i came home i couldnt even button the shirt, so i just hung it up in closet. When i started the lifesyle change, i said that this Mardi Gras i will have that shirt on. As we all are aware the number one diva Ms. Whitney Elizabeth Houston has passed away. She was my favorite singer and entertainer. There will never be a voice like hers again. On her last album there is a song called " I didnt know my own strength". In the song she talks about how survived her darkest hour, she wasn't built to break, she crashed down, she tumbled, but she didn't crumble, she got through all the pain. The grey shirt was a symbol of everything i had let happen to myself. It represented all the bad habbits, the heartache, the tears, the jokes, the name calling, the looks and the stares. As i walked passed this shirt it let me know i had let something conquer and command my life. Just like whitney i was addicted to food. it was constantly on my mind, all day everyday. even as a child while other children were playing i was inside watching Justin Wilson learning how to cook gumbo and fry fish. Which i have to say i make the best gumbo, and ill blow your head off if you think its not the best. I have had this addiction for 20 something years, and it has controlled me. i was playing, I didnt know my own strength, when i walked pass the shirt hanging in the hallway. I got a hammer and took it off the wall, i went into the bathroom and started buttoning it from the top, and after each button another tear fell, and at the end a smile. I had conquered the beast. I was no longer under this addiction. seriously, i didn't know i had all this strength, built inside of me. Often times life makes us feel like David, and its Goliath. It throws all this stuff at us, stands tall and intimidating. If we take the time to look inside our hearts, minds, and souls we can find that beast and conquer it. Find your strength, i found mine!
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