Dear Boys and Girls,
I woke up at 5am this morning to hit my resistance workout at 6am. It felt good to get up and get it out of the way. That workout, at least.
Um, I'm not feeling creative right now. I'm pooped. It's 9:28pm. I just got done with my hour of cardio after a full day of, surprise-surprise, activity and life stuff. That seems to be the running theme these days.
Day 4. Yesterday. Goodness, that felt like long ago. But the word for day four was IMPATIENCE. I woke up worrying that with only 12 more days to go, I wouldn't meet my goal of looking like the picture of the woman I posted on yesterday's blog. Yes, that is my goal (minus all that jewelry!). I have no doubt that I will get there, but will I get there in 12 days in time for my photoshoot? Time will tell. In the meantime, I'm following my boyfriend's beloved phrase: "Shut up and lift." I am doing what I know I have to do to get there, if not by January 16th, by the end of the month, or eventually.
In the meantime, I was encouraged by my measurements yesterday. 25" inch waist. 34.5" hips. I've lost 9 inches off my waist alone. But, I'm anxious to see more sooner, faster. Patience, Barbie. Rome or abs weren't built in a day.
What a freak, I know. But wanting to reach my goal by January 16th has me feeling the razor-sharp focus I need to get there.
With each passing day I am coming to the realization that LOOKING LIKE A FITNESS MODEL TAKES A WHOLE LOT OF WORK. I MEAN A WHOLLLLLLLLLE LOT OF WORK.
One of my blog readers, Screwdestiny, posted a comment about it this morning. "Normal people" compare themselves to celebrities and trainers who have the time and leisure to look ridiculously fit. Don't forget the magic of photoshop, might I add. It really is true. It does take a lot of work and time. To achieve this goal, I'm putting other activities aside. Last night I went to bed with 75 unanswered emails. Trust me, I'm not complaining. I'm just trying to say that you don't get something for nothing. You can look like a fitness model, but you're going to have to put in the work. Next time you see a fitness model, who happens to be a mom or dad or have a full time job or maybe just does fitness for a living, know that they have had to give up something, whether that something is alcohol, cheese, cake, or social activities.
In a moment of weakness this morning, I asked myself why am I doing this, after all? Is it the money? Really, it's not. I'm doing this because I am goal oriented, because I want to see what I'm capable of.
Training this way, working towards my goal of elite fitness, is teaching me a lot about myself. It sounds cliche, I know, but I'm really seeing what I'm made of and I like it.
Woah, it's 10pm. I have to be up at 6 for some more cardio before a meeting at 8.