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you guys. i did it. for the first time this week i got up at 5:30 and got in my workout. i'd like to thank my entire family, including the dog, for sleeping through the night so i could sleep.
snooze. it's what i'd like to do for a whole, entire day. that's right. i want to black out my bedroom windows and just sleep for approximately 18 hours. i don't feel that this is too much to ask. in a similar vein, i'd like someone to take our asshole of a dog for those 18 hours, since he has decided to pace the room, pant and whine all night long for the past two nights. my children finally start sleeping through the night and now a four-legged-creature with fur and no thumbs is gonna keep me up? f*ck that.
day 16 into these new habits, and i can't help but think back to the 90's and how amazing they were. that's right, you heard me - the 90's were amazing. in 1990 i was 12 years old and just as my so called life was ramping up on tv, so was my love affair with manic panic hair dye and wearing argyle and mini skirts. i survived puberty, fell in love and had my heart broken more times than i care to share by too many italian boys. i sang super sad love songs alone in my room to no one but a cat and a hairbrush. i had braces for 4 years, left home for college and survived life in the mighty midwest. included in that first year of college was the dreaded "freshman fifteen", only for me it was the freshman twenty. yup. i put on twenty pounds in-between being dropped off by my weepy parents at getsch hall and leaving that freshman dorm in may of 1997. i'm not even quite sure how i did that. i should be pretty proud of myself.
back in the swing of things, gang. our camping vacation is over, the minneapolis public schools have started, the neighborhood pools are drained... everything is boring again.
today was an epic day. it has been a non-stop test of stamina since 9am this morning getting ready for our camping trip. half of the car is packed, all the laundry is done and the badger cleaned the house like it's going on the market. it's 8pm and we just collapsed on the couch. the children were intermittently helpful and superbly needy, so that made for an interesting day. but i fit in a work out and i stuck to my eating plan, save for the beer i'm currently having for "dinner."
today got off to a good start. and i'd say compared to what my saturdays usually consist of (two too many bloody mary's and cheesy eggs, snacking and drinking beer throughout the afternoon), i totally nailed this whole healthy saturday thing.
i made it to day 2. i know this sounds like nothing. but i actually committed to something and have managed to do it for more than just one day. this is so unlike me. ask anyone who knows me. i typically go full tilt boogie into any great idea that i think is achievable. i nail it for the first few hours, maybe even the first day. but by the next day, i'm like "meh. over it." but no more, i say - no more!
i was coerced into doing this thing called 21-day-fix. okay, i wasn't really coerced. i had noticed that a facebook friend of mine kept looking more and more amazing, and she was posting all kinds of sweaty pictures of her workouts, and her posts were more and more positive. i asked her what she was doing and it turns out she did the fix and then became a coach for the program. so i asked to be a part of one of her challenge groups so i could try it out. that's my definition of "coerced".