I have come to the unfortunate fact that my body is not what it use to be, and is definitely not in the shape that it once was. For one, I'm getting older and my metabolism isn't up to the same speed that it use to be, and secondly, I've had a child (which I love to death, but have to be honest and say threw my body and it's shape out of whack). I recently felt like I've come to a crossroad where I could either throw my hands up in the air and except life's doings, or push myself and try to get back the body I once had, or even maybe a better one. I opted for the latter. Not only for just the aesthetics but for health reasons too. I was beginning to notice that simply running up a flight of stairs was taking me out.
I have to confess, this is not the first time I have tried to workout and become psychically fit. But I believe the main reasons for my fail attempts to keep it going was for the fact that I was doing it for someone else and not myself. Now I'm not saying that people in my life haven't influence me to get back on the bandwagon of fitness, because they definitely have, I'm simply saying and stating that this time I'm doing it because I want to. I really want to be strong, fit and healthy. And everyday I wake up envisioning myself having a great body with killer abs.
I just started the Insanity program, and of course with my lack of patience I am frustrated that I'm not seeing the results that I want to yet. But I continue to push myself and "dig deeper" because I know that my six pack is coming.
I want more than anything to enter my thirties with a body that I once had when I was in my early twenties. On November 24, I want to look and feel amazing.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
#6. Crayola Fun
A couple of weeks ago, I was able to skip work and take my daughter to the Crayola Factory. Spontaneous and fun sumed up the day I had. Originally, I planned on taking kayla on her 2ND birthday, but a day before the unexpected field trip I found out that her grandparents had already made plans on taking her Monday. Excited as they were to go, I was crushed to miss it. With a chance in the dark I texted my boss apologizing for the late notice, and asked if it was okay to take a personal day. Surprisingly, she said yes and my little dilemma that I was creating in my head for not being able to be with my daughter to the Crayola Factory was over.
The day was great, and skipping work was well worth it. With about three floors to walk through, Kayla was able to write on walls and floors, play with clay, make a hat, as well as a paper kite, and take home some crayons of her own. Seeing her face light up and having the freedom of running to activity to activity (with me monitoring closely) made my day.
As a mother, one of my goals is to engage in as much fun activities with my daughter. Ones that are educational, creative, as well as ones that give back to the community. And the Crayola Factory was an awesome activity to have checked off my list.
The day was great, and skipping work was well worth it. With about three floors to walk through, Kayla was able to write on walls and floors, play with clay, make a hat, as well as a paper kite, and take home some crayons of her own. Seeing her face light up and having the freedom of running to activity to activity (with me monitoring closely) made my day.
As a mother, one of my goals is to engage in as much fun activities with my daughter. Ones that are educational, creative, as well as ones that give back to the community. And the Crayola Factory was an awesome activity to have checked off my list.
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