Caution: Relays Ahead

Let me tell you, this has been the hardest week of working out and dieting since I started in March. It might be the lack of weight loss, or it might be that I'm just feeling tired and lazy. I don't know, but it has sucked!

I honestly didn't want to go to boot camp on Tuesday. I sure didn't want to weigh, my stomach hurt, but I knew I had to go. This is what sucks about being the oldest child-- always a sense of responsibility! So, it is time to weigh, and would you believe that Shelley came with me?! She never does. However it really paid off. Of course I had gained half a pound, but I did get some time to talk to her about my frustrations and get some new ideas from her. I even got a little pep talk ;)

I might as well confess that my diet was horrible this week. I ate a few French fries, had a cupcake (only 202 calories), macaroni and cheese, pasta and breadsticks at Olive Garden and nachos... but enough about lunch. ;) Okay so those really were spread over a few days, but I indulged more than I should. I felt horrible after my indulgences- even the cupcake made me feel so bad, but I think my body needed a little bit of it. I have been true to my promise of NO SODA! I've only had water and Spark all week :)

So, I wanted to skip boot camp on Tuesday, missed Attack yesterday (I was out of town for work), and nearly talked myself out of boot camp this morning. I mean, everyone misses a day, right? I was snotty, nauseous, and worked 19 hours Wednesday and 12 yesterday. Tired was an understatement. I, purely out of wanting to not disappoint my cult leader, somehow made it to the gym....only to see clear signs of relays ahead. What else would 1,000,000 orange cones mean?!

Sherlock got this one right. We took about 10 hours dividing into teams the way she told us...4 teams of 5 (that's rocket science at 5:15 in the morning), and of course we had to start by hopping on one foot. 240 pounds barely moves on 2 feet, let alone by hopping on one. Oh- and we had to jump over a cone. My team was last because... well, I'm not Peter Cottontail. Then we had to do exercises in between the relays, go run two laps (fat girls run one), and start on the second round. Did I mention that burpees and star jumps were included in the price of the relays? My face was the color of blood, my stomach hurt worse, and I was so mad that I already used "Clean-up on Aisle 6" as a blog title. I mean, if I puke- what will I call that blog?

Finally, we combined into two team and had to zig-zag around the cones running down and back. My team lost again, I was the proverbial fat kid that everyone watched finish, but I finished. We did a few more exercises and were done.

No matter how much I don't want to go exercise, I'm always glad I do. It makes me feel better about myself, the people
are so supportive, and I love it when Freedom does the special cheer.

Here's the best part about working out...I don't snore anymore. I've snored for so long and so loud. I snored when I weighed less than 200 pounds- working out is the key. That is totally worth it!!