So I started working out again. I can't believe I let myself get to this point. Thinks just kind of piled up one after another. I stopped working out right before my surgery and then couldn't afterwards. I got sick, was in an accident, got sick again. Not excuses, but simple reasons life gets away from you.
Before I knew it I had gained over 30lbs. The straw that literally broke the camels back came on Wednesday night. I knew I had gained weight. But I was still wearing most of my work clothes, and my jeans still kind of fit. I needed to dress nice for an event I was going to. I couldn't find a single nice dress that fit. I ended up wearing a skirt with a stretchy waist and a sweater. Not good. I looked nice, and a few people said so, but I knew that I was fat! So frustrating.
Last week I got my new Turbo Jam videos in the mail. I have a bunch of new videos for advanced Turbo and I can't do them because I haven't worked out in so long. Yesterday I plugged in the 20 minute Turbo because I didn't want to kill myself on my first day back! :)
It felt good. I sweated! I remembered all the moves and made smooth transitions. I did the whole Turbo part! My son watched me and made fun, but that was ok. Tonight I do Turbo Sculpt or what ever that other one is. :) Tomorrow is 20min Turbo again. If I am feeling good I will throw in 10 minutes of the ab workout. I am afraid of pushing too hard the first few days. I'm just going to get my feet wet.
After 10 days I plan on hitting it hard with the new TJ's. I can't wait.
Drinking lots of water today. Eating good. Loving it again. I remember now that I loved working out. I loved being thinner, healthier, more energetic, enjoying food more because it was good for me. I miss all of that! I'm glad I am getting back to it.
I would say wish me luck, but that would mean I needed it. I know I don't. encouragement maybe. Luck, never! :)