THAT Feeling

You know THAT feeling. THAT feeling you get when you pushed yourself harder than you thought you could, did things that you didn't think you could do, got THAT motivation back and had someone BELIEVE that you could do it.
THAT happened yesterday. 1 year ago today I was in a friends wedding, following a horrid night of food poisoning, but it was also my lowest weight I have been at in my weight loss.
Yesterday I attended a Zumba and a bootcamp class. It probably was the hardest class I have ever done and it motivated me so much. I want THAT feeling back. I want THAT feeling of sweat upon sweat (as Adriane put it), I want to have THAT felling of every muscle in my body hurting. It is an AMAZING feeling.
I definitely fell off the wagon in the last 6 months or so, but being in that room with such amazing people, who push each other and support each other motivated me. After class I felt amazing, sore and tired but amazing. A, I LOVE you for challenging me, pushing me, motivating me, kicking my ass and making a difference. I HATE you for challenging me, kicking my ass, and making me wake up in pain the next day. But it's the LOVE/HATE relationship that keeps me coming back for more. That keeps me wanting more and more for myself. I am beyond happy at where I have ended up. It was a rough road to get there, but I have found where I am happiest to be pushed and to work hard. Thank you for believing in me when I didn't believe in myself, for seeing in me what I couldn't see. Like I said yesterday, YOU motivate me and make me want to work hard and get back on track. PLEASE continue to be on me and call me out when I need it. <3

Ow Factor

This weekend… Flew by.. and was filled with the OW factor… what's that you say? That when you get your butt handed to you by taking 5 classes at Girl Power Fitness by the Amazing Adriane. I can't say enough about you. Your encouragement, motivation and drive mean more to me than you will ever know. I can't imagine this adventure without you! It has been way too long since I have done a class with you, never mind 3 back to back on Saturday, and two back to back Sunday- which also followed an AMAZING 3 hour Cumbia Zumba JAM session.
Needless to say I got in my steps this weekend!
I've been working hard the last two weeks. I have been running/walking 2 miles or a half hour on the treadmill in the mornings before school. I have keep good on my promise of getting a minimum of 10 miles in a week and attending at least 1 additional class a week and I have continued to sing. I am having a hard time with my 10th goal- trying not to stress as much and number 13 -not worrying about the number on the scale.
I stress a lot- not as much as I used to but still I find myself worrying about things that I don't have any control over. Keeping busy helps but it's the quiet moments that I start thinking too much.
Now number 13. I have been busting it out. Working it out so hard and not seeing movement on the scale is killing me. I want to see the results. I want to see that number going down, and it's not. I can feel my muscles hurting. I know I am pushing my body hard. Getting up in the mornings before school, working out, and attending extra classes aren't paying off but I know that…

In the mornings I take my tablet and headphones and head down stairs to the treadmill. I hate the treadmill. I don't mind running outside, but something about running on the treadmill just is boring to me. Maybe its because I'm by myself, or maybe its because it's so early. This week shopping at the Dollar Tree and found some posters. I decided to decorate downstairs a little.

My hope is that when I have friends come over they might write messages on the white board, and that I can look at the posters and messages and the running might not be so bad.