I'm Getting Back TODAY. I Swear It.

Since I decided to take a break financially from training this month, I'm finding it really hard to get back into the swing of things. Knowing Shawn is at the gym waiting on me makes it much easier to get up there! Hubs said today he is dragging me up there to work out and I'm so glad. I know once I get there I'll be in my element again and all fired up. It's not hard to see why I need the break though. I've been training for these past two competitions for what seems like forever! After my injury last year I wasn't able to compete so I just kept plugging through to this year. For those of you that don't know...here's how I got my start.

January of 2005 I tried putting on a pair of jeans that WOULD NOT go on. I had been fit all my life but had managed to let myself put on alot of weight for about 3 years straight. I couldn't take it and went into the gym to sign up. They weighed, measured, etc. I was 145lbs with 33% bodyfat. Guh...ross. I couldn't believe it. How did that happen??? I became a maniac and within three months had dropped 20lbs of pure fat. I then began the building process to start putting muscle back on. The end of that first year was when people started talking to me about competing. I thought that was pretty funny at the time because I just wanted Monica Brant's body. I didn't plan on using it for anything. But it was my perseverence and diligence to my diet and my workout that made them suggest it. They knew if I could stick with what I was doing I had the discipline to compete. Now that you know that you will understand my horror at the idea of falling off track. I will never again be that fat girl. Never. So today's the day!! Hubs will get me back in the gym and my love for it will take over. Now I just have to do something about those cookies sitting on the counter. Hmmmm.

On another front, one of my best friends moved to Colorado this week and MuscleMomma's in France for the next 2 weeks. I feel like an orphan. So. Very. Lonely. Hubs gets his feelings hurt when I say that but he doesn't understand what I mean. He wouldn't have the patience to talk to me about the stupid, silly things we talk about. We just do goofy things like intentionally call each other 12 times in a row until the other threatens to kick our arse. He would never put up with that. Hmpfh. Thing 1 and Thing 2 are turning into quite the little pranksters lately though, so this summer could be really fun. I love that they have a sense of humor. They're 8 and a half now so their jokes are actually beginning to make sense! OK enough babbling. Time to decide what I'm going to go lift today. OoooohRahhh!!