We All Have Bad Days, or Why I Love Twitter

dvbii — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 02:47:44 +0000

Well, I’ve got to say, tonight was not one of my best workouts. Not even close. The other gals in the group didn’t look like they were having an easy time, or a blast- no doubt it was tough. But whatever they brought, I left “it” at home.
It’s been a while since I’ve had one of “those” workouts, and it’s really kind of bummed me out. I have to say, though. Both the other girls and Whit were supportive, but sometimes there’s just no feeling better about doing badly.
I still feel a little bummed about it- I just couldn’t hack it. I started feeling queasy and dizzy, and just couldn’t push myself through it.
It occurred to me that I had eaten a bowl of cereal this morning around 9, but nothing since, and that probably accounted for much of it. Not very smart.
It was a crazy day, with my son home from school, trying to work, etc., and by the time I thought, “I’m hungry,” it was too late to eat- too close to my workout. I totally forgot about it until I was midway through my bicep curls.
Anyway, I was really bummed when I got home, still a little shaky and feeling like I failed. But, after posting my thoughts on Twitter, I got some terrific encouraging messages from lots of people. I’ll be back tomorrow (making sure I’ve eaten), and sometimes that’s the important thing. Showing up, pushing through, sticking around when you feel like you missed your target, and coming back.
Having support is definitely a big help too.

Week One- It’s Official

dvbii — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 17:26:03 +0000

Well, it’s official. I type this tonight not because I don’t have anything else to do, but because nothing else on my body moves without pain. Only my fingers. Kidding, kidding!
Since this is my first “official” post, I’ll give a bit of background about myself and how I got here. This is Cindy’s Story (cue Lifetime movie music)
I am a mom (to an AWESOME 6 year old first grader), and a wife (to an absolutely fantastic man). In addition, I’m a full time realtor with ReMax Action, have a shop in the Shops at 5807 called MonkeyGrass, and a website to match- www.monkeygrassonline.com. I’m also very organized in school activities, and have other volunteer commitments as well. The only reason I say all of this is that these have all (to name a few) been reasons in the past to NOT make a commitment to take better care of myself. To NOT work out. To NOT eat right.
What I’ve realized this year (when I turned 40- yes, 40), is that, just like with so many things, there is never a perfect time. There is never going to be a time in my life when I have an extra hour or two in my day, or hardly in my week. If there were, I’d immediately fill it (usually not with exercise). I think I’m like a lot of people, and certainly like a lot of women (perhaps especially moms). We put everyone else before ourselves, then suddenly we wake up, realize we’re 40 (which I believe, by the way, is the age at which I thought I would magically have Gwen Stefani’s abs). Needless to say, no one is going to mistake me for Gwen, even in the dark!
So, I’m going full tilt Mama Boot Camp, baby, and so far, I’m hanging in there.
So, here we are. I don’t have time. I am stressed our, and I can surely come up with a million reasons not to do it, but where is that going to get me? At fifty, heavier, but with more likelihood for bad joints, arthritis, constantly finding a way to stay in shape, and having it just be that much hard. At 60- I don’t want to start having to get new joints. I like the ones I have, and I plan on keeping them. So where will the Mama Boot Camp take me- stay tuned, check back and see. Where’s it going to get me? Stop, and think too, about Where it could to get you?

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We All Have Bad Days, or Why I Love Twitter

Week One- It’s Official