I’ve been easing back into working out. On Tuesday nights for the past few weeks I’ve gone to Turbo Kick class. Of course I love it. I’m not quite to working out in the mornings yet…that’s due to my laziness and pure level of sleepiness I’ve had for awhile now. But I’m working on getting back to my AM workouts.
Working out in the classroom setting is great for many reasons. One main reason is that I don’t quit. With me getting back into it, the class makes me finish the workout, whereas at home, I might quit. But the other thing that I get in class that I don’t get at home…the mirror. That mirror is both my friend and my foe. The mirror doesn’tlie.
It’s my friend because I get to see myself enjoying my workout. I like seeing the sweat glistening on my face. But it’s my foe for so much more. It shows me what I really look like. It shows all of the extra fat on my stomach and thighs. It shows it all. For now, it makes me sad/upset, but I’m not letting it get me down. It actually is a huge motivator. Because I’ve been going to the class for 3 weeks straight now. Each month is a different round. I’ve noticed how my body is performing better with each workout. I’mnot gasping for breath, my oxygen is flowing, you know. So with each month, that jiggle that I see looking back at me in the mirror should reduce.
I have to put the plan on paper. I swear I do. I’m down to the wire now. My birthday is less than a month away and I would really love to be a few lbs lighter. I would love to be in the 180s and bring in this holiday season feeling a little better about myself. So, enough of the talking the talk. It’stime to walk the walk. Let’s see what kind of damage I can do between now and the big 29.