Today is my daughter's 7th birthday. It is her golden birthday. We celebrated her birthday this last weekend though, with all the bad eating and heartburn to boot. Why? Because I knew when Monday came around I was ready to get back on the horse I fell off of months ago. Travis too. Today we recommitted ourselves again. We went and bought groceries yesterday so we could have the right tools in our house to start correctly again. We also used our Christmas gift cards to purchase some equipment to help us get going in the right direction- a medicine ball and some mitts. I plan on teaching him some of the moves I learned in Roc Fit- just hope he doesn't go all out and hit me instead of the mitts...he doesn't have the best coordination and he gets a little crazy. (Love ya Trav! :p ) But in all seriousness, last week, Lauren and I were watching TV and a nutrisystem commercial came on. She asked me if I planned on buying that. I was dumbfounded. Did my KID just call me fat? Or does she pick up on me calling me fat? yikes. Either way, it needs to change. Then this morning, Jonah was rolling and squeezing a grape between his fingers. He then says to me "Hey mom, this feels like your butt!" Are my kids TRYING to die? lol I mean really. I am only kidding of course, but kids are honest. My kids just happen to be brutally honest.
So, this morning, I made myself a smoothie, packed myself a lunch, and I PLANNED. Texted Travis and we have something already planned for exercise for tonight. There are a TON of races coming up this spring/summer and I want to do them. Maybe I can't get away from having a "grape like" ass, but I can at least firm it up a little. :)
Little by little, bit by bit, I start over. Starting over is ok, just as long as you start over. Because if you don't start over, then you give up. Giving up isn't an option. Stopping isn't an option. I am my own competition, brain versus body, and I am tired of my dumb brain winning. It tells me all the time I can't do it, that I am too tired, too busy, too everything (insert excuse here). So, it's the bucking horse and me, holding on as tight as I can. Saddle is on, and my grape ass is in it.
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