Lagging behind

  The first day of boot camp proved to be exhausting. Seriously, I was out of gas by the end of the stretching/warm up phase. After that I was running on pure determination. I guess being stubborn and willful finally worked in my favor. I was talking to myself the whole time, wondering how in the world I managed to drift so far from the active, fit young woman I used to be. The answer is...drum roll please...laziness combined with detestable nutrition. The 158 pounds gained (and some of it lost) during my three pregnancies probably didn't help. Yep, you read that right - 64 pounds with baby #1, 29 pounds with baby #2, and a whopping 65 pounds with baby #3 = 158 pounds. That's more than my ideal body weight. Yikes! That's a whole extra me! Not an adorable, well accessorized, healthy version of me. A jiggly, tired, sugar devouring, frumpy me. The me who wants to wear pajamas until noon. The me that likes to put a pat of butter on cookies and microwave them for eight seconds (oh yes I did!)  During my first and third pregnancies I indulged in second helpings and dessert every day (think Krispy Kreme, cheese puffs, pasta, jars and jars of salsa, etc) and I ate like there was no tomorrow. That was all well and good as long as I had my baby bump (more like a baby mountain) and that special glow. You know what the problem is with eating like there's no tomorrow? Eventually that tomorrow is knocking on your door. Not a polite knock - more like a bust the door down pounding. The baby is born and suddenly the baby bump is doughy mush (how in the world is it fair that after pushing out a baby you leave the hospital looking five months pregnant?) and the glow is replaced by profuse sweating. Not cute. Not in any way. Then eighteen months later I grew tired of  hauling around 25 pounds of that baby weight and signed up for boot camp.
  During the 1.25 mile run I was lagging behind, in fact, I was the last boot camper to finish. My legs were quivering. My trainer must have picked up on my disappointment because he said, "No matter how slow you go, you are still lapping everybody on the couch." I smiled, knowing that he was exactly right ( and knowing that I was lapping my hubby who was at home in bed). Now that's my boot camp motto. I'm lapping the Misty of two weeks ago. Every day I'm getting a little stronger. Everyday I'm one day closer to my goal. Is there something you've been dreaming of? The next week, next month, next year will come and go. Will you be closer to accomplishing that thing? Get up and get started - you may be clumsy, you may be slow, you may be unsure - but you'll be lapping everyone on the couch!