Ack, the dreaded sickness...

I could feel it in the air. I always can. With my wedding only 82 days a way my stress level is HIGH. I mean really high. On the outside I look mostly cool and collected and organized, but on the inside I am simultaneously crying, screaming, and laughing. Basically there is a crazy person living inside of me and I am trying not to let them out. With all this pent up anxiety, it was only natural that I was going to be sick yet again.

I did not finish my 10 hour workout week last week. After a Wednesday ass-kicking in sculpt I needed a day of rest...which turned into two, then three, then four, and now I'm sick. Hopefully relaxing a little today will help me get back to my normal self, and send me back to the gym. Everyday that you stay away is harder to go back. I know that some of you had questions, but yes, I am in fact human.

And to clear up some confusion. I do not love to workout now. Sometimes I sit in my car and try to think up excuses why I can't go to the gym. "Oh look, I have no gas." "This hour in the day disrupts my lunchtime." "I should really be ". It's not easy, even for me. And although I have mostly kicked my stress eating habit, it's always trying to sneak it's way back into my life. I just have to remember to be stronger then that.

I know that this blog wasn't particularly motivating, but I want you to know that I am a real person that has to jump over hoops to get to what she wants. And so are you. :)

Kicking Ass and Taking Names

I always get out of body combat with the urge to go around punching people in the face. If you have been my friend for a while you know that this has often been one of my threats. "I am going to punch you in the eye." However, my follow-through has been a little low up until recently. Now I really DO want to punch people in the eye. Don't be afraid to hang out with me, I don't do it. But I am pretty sure that because my fists are so small they could do some serious damage, so WATCH OUT!

I have successfully completed 3.25 hours so far in my week, and I'm feeling pumped. Some of my friends plan out their workout week, and I have been "flying by the seat of my pants". I almost think it makes it more exciting. I can't dread working out, because no one knows when I'm going...not even me. It's nice to have that freedom in my life right now.

I can tell you that after I kicked my own butt yesterday I am SORE. When I first started working out I would be incredibly sore all the time. I would often finish my workouts, shower and curl up into a little ball of pain. Now when I'm sore I know that I did it right.

Man, I could really go for some uppercuts or hair pulling right now. Better stay away from me today!

Challenge Yourself

So this week I set a goal for myself. Work out 10 hours. While 10 hours sounds like a lot (or a little depending on what kind of fitness fanatic you are), but really it can be 2 hours 5 days a week. OMG, 2 hours 5 days a week!!!! Okay, stop trying to close this blog. Instead think about the amount of time that you sit in front of the TV. If you are anything like me you have your "show(s)" that you watch every week. This commits you to at least an hour of TV, and then you get lazy, too lazy to get off the couch so you watch whatever comes on after. Yeah, I've got your number! So while you could be spending that time catching up on whatever ridiculous new reality show is on, workout instead.

I just completed my first two hours of the week, and I feel really pumped about it. I didn't feel pumped the whole time I was at the gym. Yes...part of it I was watching the second hand on the clock tick backwards while I was on the treadmill, but being finished now I feel good.

So don't throw your head back and make angry noises about it. Just do it. Do it for yourself! Or do it for me, whichever one gets you off your booty. :)

We all have our issues, don't you?

In the past I would walk down the street quietly cursing (under my breath) every woman that had a body type that I wished I had. "Man, I would kill for those thighs, abs, etc". I am always looking at myself in pictures or when I dress myself thinking "Bleh, I hate my _____". I know I'm not the only one that thinks this. In fact, I know that pretty much every woman has their issue area. Even if it's something as simple as "I hate my curly hair" or "I hate this little dimple when I smile". We ALL have our issues. Even if you wish that you were this girl or that, she secretly wishes that she had your eye color, hair type, toe placement, whatever.

So after carefully switching back and forth from my "before" to my "after" picture, all I saw was all the flaws. I could see the change a little, but more I saw what I needed to work on. It's funny because if this were any of my friends I would be telling them how amazing they look (and they do), but because it's me all I want to do is be negative about it. I will admit, that I am only human.

I know this blog wasn't particularly motivating, but I wanted you to see that although I am really proud of myself for all that I have accomplished, I know that I have a ways to go. I am realistic, and I know I can do it!