Note To Self

Dear Tammy,
I know you are a little worried about being in the last year of your thirties. You have so much you want to accomplish and so much you want to do. You have already started on one of the most challenging journey's of your life, overcoming the weight. So I do promise you that in a year you will be able to say you are Fit, Fine, and Forty! Dr. Seuss sums up what you are learning about weight loss and fitness best...“I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!”
Yours Truly

Yep, a promise I made to myself this week is that I will be Fit, Fine, and Forty! In one year I will still be working out, I will still be focusing on what I eat, but I will have conquered it.

I'm still on a high from my workout tonight. I was dreading it all day. I didn't eat well at all yesterday because it was my day. Already this is an improvement because in the past it has been my birthday month with a heavy emphasis on the week of my birthday and extra attention given to celebrating on the day. This week I just splurged on the day and I was soooo sick when I went to bed last night that I was swearing off cake forever. I had a secret hope that Michael was joking when he posted on FB that we would do a push up for each year of my life times three. Didn't take me long to figure out that was 117. We did them first off. What a birthday present. But let me take that right back. It was a great birthday present to me because I did it! And as we added yet more push ups throughout the workout I did those too. We were over 150 when I lost count. I think it was pushing 200, but like I said I lost count. I was focusing very hard on not puking.

Michael is sending me a food list and I'm going on his diet with him for the last six weeks of his training. I don't think I've mentioned that he is getting ready for a competition. The guy is crazy dedicated. He is in the gym twice a day just for his workouts not to mention those of us he comes to train. I'm scared about this diet, but I'm excited too. Michael has completely transformed himself this summer. It's been really inspiring to see someone work with such dedication and committment. I'm excited to see the physical effects of the diet, but also interested in the mental challenge it will pose. I did have to be upfront about the fish part. Tammy don't do fish. ICK! Anyway, readers I'm sure you'll be reading more about my change in eating habits very soon.

On another note...(I do have a lot to say tonight!)...feeling a little anxious about starting back to class and keeping up the pace of working out. When I started this in May my class was finished. This summer I had class and wasn't working. Now I have class, work which has changed a lot this year because of my new responsibilities, and I need to workout. Here's the deal...I would rather be working out than doing any of the other stuff. I really would. I just have to adjust to the new normal. Might be learning to have less sleep. I just feel so much better when I work out and I can tell if I skip a day. I get irritable and have less stamina.

Yesterday I went to visit my chiropractor. I said, "Had a little incident a couple of weeks ago?" He said as he already started giggling (my stories tend to have this effect on people) "something go wrong in the gym?" Me now laughing replied, "I tried to hurdle a chair and I failed." He had to have every detail so he could totally laugh and then say, "Tammy, you never stopped to think that might be a bad idea?" Duh..if I had thought I wouldn't have done it. Anyway, he adjusted my foot. He said I did a great job of jamming my big toe. It felt better today than it has in a while, but when trying to run up the hill outside of the gym it hurt. Michael had mercy and only made me lunge. The deal is...I want to run. I never ever in a million years thought I would say this, but I miss the challenge. I'm going to have to ease back into it starting very soon I think...AND HELLO!!! The 5k I'm supposed to be running with my sister is October flippin 9th!!! That's SOON!!! I have to go from 0-3.1 miles in about six weeks. Scary Stuff!

On a final note to self which is a modified quote from one of my dear high school friends...
Dear Tammy,
You've met you right? You know you're a clutz right? You should try harder to avoid self induced accidents.
Yours Truly