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He's trying to kill me.....

My personal trainer, that is. I started a new fitness routine this week. Medicine balls and twists. Dumbbells used as kettlebells. Learning to juggle (kinda sorta). Glutes & hams, with calf raises and lowers. Heavier weights than usual. Dave told me Monday night, "You are going to be sore tomorrow." Dave was wrong; I was getting sore 2 hours later!!!

But it feels good. It is hard work that feels good to body and soul. Am I perfect, do I remember all the routine yet? No. And trying to do the routine in the mornings is tough because I only have so much time, but I do as much as time will allow, and I am finally at a point where my schedule is evening out.

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Last night, I had the opportunity to share a portion of my story at a WW meeting/open house. I really enjoyed getting to meet everyone, and hearing their stories and questions. If there's anything I want others to hear by sharing my tale, it's that there is hope, there is success, there is great joy in getting healthy. If you work the program, the program works!!! There will be setbacks and disappointments, but it is not failure -- it really is feedback. It's "okay, this didn't work.... so what will?" That with perseverance and determination, ANYTHING is possible!

I'm still working on getting back to goal, but I'm not discouraged. I know that I will be there before too much longer!

Comments

MsCarolM said…
You are AMAZING!!! You keep inspiring me. I have the "less than 20 lbs to go to goal and it's taking me forever to lose them" going on. I think it's shifting, now, though!:-)

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