Two and a half weeks into this journey and I'm still filled with excitement. Not just around winning, but that I'm actually doing this challenge and succeeding. The day I weighed-in, everything changed for me... food choices and portion control (thank you Julie from Pure Nutrition Consulting), the amount I exercise, and my perspective/outlook on healthy living. Twelve weeks is a great start. It is a solid amount of time to help me form habits and get me going in the right direction. But twelve weeks isn't enough time to make all the changes I need (and want) to accomplish.
I don't go a day without a challenge of some sort. Sometimes it's a food choice or raising my hands above my head. Sometimes it's as simple as getting up from a seated position. My body is sore and I often wonder if it will hold-up under all the pressure and strain. My amazing trainer Dana (yes, I still like her) won't push me to do anything that might cause me injury - but she DOES push me. And to be clear, I want to be pushed. I want to sweat. I want the aches and pains. These things are a reminder that I'm working hard to change years of bad choices and bad habits. I want results and I'm working hard to ensure I get them.
One of the recurring thoughts I have while I zone out on the elliptical, is being smaller, lighter and strong enough to run. Maybe not a marathon, but to 'go for a run'. I blame my little sister for this desire. She took up running a short while ago, and has never looked more strong. I want to look that strong. I want to be that fit. I want to share a run with her when I see her next.
For now, I opt for the more difficult way of doing the workout circuits (always being given easy and hard choices for each exercise). I fuel my body with foods that help with muscle repair and, are flavourful and satisfying. I remind myself that I'm accomplishing a lot. I remember to breathe...
