Your Always Good

I was running late to teach my bootcamp last night, (which means I was there 10 minutes early not my usual 20 minutes) and I stopped to use the ladies room. Seeing one of my usual bootcampers I asked her how she was and she asked me. I told her I was good.

She said "You're always good."

I thought to myself, I guess she is right. I usually am always good. I don't have much to complain about in life. I am on an exciting adventure of becomming a figure competitor, I have a great husband and kids, beautiful-comfortable home, good extended family, food and water. My basic and most important needs are met. I AM good.

I also thought, she must not read my blog because all I do on that is whine. Well, I need to let you in on the excitement of training too! It isn't all crappy and hard. Well, most of it isn't crappy or hard.

Training is intense. 2 workouts a day, and then teaching on top twice a week makes for a busy workout/gym week. But during those training sessions are the few times a week I get to devote to ME and me only. I am a wife and a mom first every where else besides at the gym doing MY thing. I have gotten up at 645 am this week to do my morning fasted cardio. My kids wake up in the middle and I chit chat with them a bit, but mostly they watch cartoons and I sweat buckets climbing hills faster or slower. It is my time to focus on myself. On the things I am interested in, the things that bother me, the muscle tone that is coming in so nicely. It is like other peoples meditation time I guess. My workout time is all about ME.

I can not begin to tell you the enjoyment I get from the sweat pouring down my head, chest, legs. I love it. I am exhilerated and am able to push further with the first accumulation of sweat. I love wiping my shoulder blades of the sweat bubbles. I love to sweat. I love to push my body to go faster, higher, harder, heavier. I love that no one can take credit for my workout but me. I love that I am the one to take the credit if I did a set of 20# dumb bell flies, or when I finish 500 ab moves. That's all me baby. Me and my body workin it, pushing to my edge.

The diet. It's hard to stay on track I am not going to lie. Diet has always been the hardest part of the equation for this gurl. You know what rocks though? Looking in the mirror and seeing my ab muscles start to poke through, looking down during leg extensions seeing my quads wanting to rip out the top of my leg. You know why my muscle looks like that? Because I am eating to FUEL, not for the pleasure I have always done before. The food does taste good, it gets a little old-- but it is what it takes to push my body to the next level. And I am so thankful I get to experience what it FEELS like to have a healthy body inside and out.

Some may say this is extreme, and I am likely to agree with you. But I am also likely to tell you this is the biggest growing experience I have had in a while, I am pushed so far out of my comfort zone I could kick the next hot chick I see in the butt. I am no longer seeing EVERY girl thinking, "I wish I looked like her," I am seeing myself and saying "I can't believe I look like this."

It is a process of determination, hard work, and diligence. Nothing comes over night. I have heard people say we are what we repeatedly do, therefore excellence is a habit... or something like that. I have been putting in every ounce of energy and sometimes more than I feel like I have to get through this journey. I have dedicated the next two months to being really more about me than anyone else. It feels good. I can't believe what my body can do, and I can not stress enough how mental this game is. You have to choose, and then force your actions to adhere to what you have chosen.

If it were easy, to be fit and healthy... everyone would be. It is not. It is sacrificing, it is a constant decision, and even a constant battle against the unhealthy world to make this your life. But it is worth it to look in the mirror and like what you see, to know that you are as least likely as humanly possible to get a disease or a cancer caused by an unhealthy lifestyle, to know that if you see something you want to try--physically--you more than likely can do it.

Like everything in life, you can choose to make it a dreaded part of your day. The gym, the diet. Or you can make it the best, most celebrated part. I know which will get your further. We don't HAVE to exercise and choose healthy food, we GET to. Now go start living THAT life, and do it the very best YOU can.