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.
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