So many posts to do SO little time ;)
But, this post will only cover boot camp--instead of my usual dumping everything into one rambling post.
This morning I had boot camp.
I use to be an avid boot camp contender pre-Kix days.
It took weeks and weeks to build up any endurance.
It was a humbling experience those first few months.
The athlete in me that had been buried away under pounds of fat and months of pregnancy and resting due to csection recovery/complications and bed rest begin to emerge.
I began to feel alive again.
My muscles that hadn't been flexed or used in ages began to pump blood through them.
Sweat that only could come from a vigorous workout started to cleanse my body from medication and bad foods I had enjoyed for so long.
I found my athlete again.
I loved the competition, I enjoyed pushing myself---and before long, instead of being last in every race or fitness drill--I was starting to finish first in many things.
Of course, this was months and months of waking up at 5:30am and busting my bottom.
It took time.
And I wanted to give up a lot.
There were many mornings Justin had to push me out of bed.
I may not of achieved the bikini body you see in fitness magazines, but I was strong again.
I could run, I could jump, I could do burpees, mountain climbers, jumping jacks, planks, crunches, bear crawls...you name it!
My abdomen walls that had been sliced through during the csection begin to have feeling again.
I could flex them--and though they always feel a little weaker than the rest of my body--I began to grow stronger there too.
I no longer was out of breath walking up a flight of stairs...
I could run a few miles even!
Hey, I could even crank out 6 or 7 miles after a few months.
But, that was THEN,
Second pregnancy, second baby--second c-section.
This time, I had an excuse.
And I used that excuse.
I used it up until this past week.
I have no time.
I don't get sleep.
It's too much work.
I can do it alone.
I have things to do.
I have TWO kids.
I have a million things to do!
I got tired of my excuses.
So, I signed back up.
And here I am.
Am I tired?
AM I sore?
Am I fat? the politically correct word would be overweight* and the answer would still be yes!
Am I out of shape?
Am I ready to be strong again?
AM I ready to run and keep up with my toddler?
AM I ready to find my athlete?
AM I ready to use this body the way God intended me to?
God, gave me this body.
I should cherish it.
And treat it well!
Just because it is now full of scars, cellulite, extra meat (especially on my love handles) and I have a nice spare tire does NOT mean I should treat it poorly!
This body is my temple.
I want to be strong for my children, for myself, for my husband.
Do I want to lose weight and fit back in my old clothes?
But, most importantly...I enjoy chasing the natural, beautiful high from endorphins.
I enjoy the sweat.
The feeling of pushing myself to the verge of passing out and throwing up.
I am so grateful to my Lord Jesus that I have TWO LEGS, TWO ARMS and perfectly CAPABLE of working out and making myself healthy.
I owe it to myself.
I owe it to my wonderful Creator.
He allowed me to have children, two of my biggest blessings.
So to give glory to Him, I should respect and use my body in a healthy manner.
I'm ready to be strong.
I am ready to run again.
I'm ready! :)
On that note,
I've got 4 weeks of boot camp before vacation.
I took measurements...
And from the last time I took measurements,
in December--I'm down 9 1/2 inches.
That's not that much considering.
Most being from my hips and thighs (3 inches both)
I had a goal to lose 10lbs before we leave for the beach--but I think I'm going to change that goal to 5lbs. I can't diet too hard because I am breastfeeding--and I'm still responsible for the majority of Kix's diet.
I'll re-evaluate my goals after boot camp--and of course post them here.
Until next time,
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