I will try to post twice today to make up for the lack of a post yesterday. I fully intended to write when I got home from my first-ever boot camp-style workout...but then I took a shower, ate some protein and promptly fell asleep on the couch.
Wednesday was a day of highs and lows for me! I bit the bullet and signed up for weight watchers again. I know it works. In fact, it's the only thing that has ever worked for me. I thought I could do it on my own, but the reality is that I need the accountability of having to weigh in every week - and pay for the experience - to really succeed. I've tried on my own for a long time and it's not working. My husband, bless him, has tried his best to be a helper and encourager, but it's so easy for us to just say "we'll start again next week...pass the pizza." So, back to weight watchers I go! The other thing is, this time, I feel ready to tackle weight loss once and for all. I'm tired of worry about it and so, no turning back!
A part of my journey I have struggled with for a long time is telling Tim exactly what I weigh. It's silly, I know, but there was definitely a part of me that was convinced that once he knew, it would change things. I fought it for a long time, but then in either a moment of insanity or grace, just blurted it out last night. Granted, he was then immediately in a no-win situation, and looking back, he handled it just like he should of - but I'm a girl, an emotional girl at that, so I shed a few tears after the "big reveal."
And then last night I decided to try and destroy by body by attending a tabatas class with my friend Cheryl. It didn't sound too bad - 20 seconds of something, 10 seconds of rest, repeat for an hour. But wow, it killed me (in a good way). I'm pretty sure I've never worked that hard in a workout, and that I've never worked out so hard I thought I was going to pass out like I did last night. I was proud of myself for only having to sit out of a couple minutes, and doing as much as my body would let me. I am sore today, but not hurting. There is a difference, and I'm okay with sore. I was a little worried it would aggravate my back some, but so far so good.
As part of the workout, Cheryl gave me a wristband (good for one free workout). On it is stamped the phrase "Make Progress...Not Excuses." This is my motto for my weight loss journey in 2011. Make progress, not excuses. And so here we go :)