I Mean Really!

So starting in May, I've been really super diligent about my workouts. Because well, I'm pretty stinking tired of worrying about my weight and such. So taking control and all that sounded like a better idea than continuing on with the worry.

And guess what, taking action really has shifted my focus from feeling bad about my body to feeling positive about my body. Really! I mean really!

But today, friends, today. I worked out twice. Which I have been doing, and not too infrequently, if I might toot my own horn for a moment. So there I was, with a friend who invited me to go to a class with her at the Y. (Thanks again Michelle...you are awesome...oh and the friend's name is Michelle, so no, I am not referring to myself, which would be strange.)

And this workout, well, it was the second workout of the day. We walked for a mile first, and then we headed in to do a sculpting class. And boy oh boy, I am pretty certain that I am going to be feeling it tomorrow. I mean, there were some serious moves in this workout. It was pretty impressively difficult is what it was. The instructor was some kind of drill sergeant to boot. Drill sergeant like she made me feel like I was a quitter if I didn't keep going. And I admit, some things I struggled to keep up with. But I'm not ashamed because I was trying my darndest.

Oh, and thanks Jillian Michaels. If I hadn't been doing those cruel DVDs of yours, I never ever would have been able to keep up.

So here is to one month down of making the daily effort...and here is to the start of month two.

P to the S...Did you notice how I've written over 100 posts now? Did you? Pretty sweet, baby!