Monday was the first day in a really long time where I totally kicked ass.
I wrote down everything I ate.
I worked out.
I didn’t go over my daily points.
I went to bed at a decent hour.
Did mention that I wrote everything down and didn’t go over my daily points? I’m really excited about that. Like, ecstatic.
It’s amazing how much of a difference I felt. It was both physical and mental – my body felt stronger and better and my thoughts were ALL positive. “Hey, I can do this! Being healthy isn’t so hard! Let’s work out for eleventy hours!!!!”
Walter and I went to the gym so that I could catch the 7:30 Zumba class at 24 Hour Fitness. Remember how I love dance classes? I really just can’t get enough. When I walked into the room, I knew it was going to be a long class – it was AT LEAST 10 degrees warmer in there than the rest of the gym, if not more. And way more humid. And sweaty. And deathly. I thought I was going to pass out more than once, but I made it:
I made Walter take this photo so there would be documentation of my badassery. I was a gross, hot mess – but I made it. And after I cooled off enough to be a real person again, I felt awesome. Those endorphins were having a party up in my brain. Fo sho.
The last two days haven’t been totally awesome – but at least Monday set me up to have a more successful week than last week. Had a rough day at work today – but guess what? Tomorrow is a new day. Did you guys know that? It’s a new friggin’ day.
Let’s seize it.