4 am: alarm goes off. Back to work next week and it’s also peak week. Anticipating peak WEAK so I’m going to get a running start. I want lessons planned this week. So workout#1 is back at “normal” time. Arrived at gym a little after 5. Not rushing Need a long warmup with lots of stretching. Angry erector muscle. Big confidence builder coming in today with my regular gym buddies. I haven’t seen them for a month or longer. Based in their comments, it’s obvious there have been positive changes.

8:30 am: finishing first cardio after workout #1. There are a few songs on my iPhone that I used to listen to when I started – way back – 200 pound me listened to those songs. When I hear them now, I tear up. Back then, I thought I could do this, but it was so hard. Those songs moved my feet. Lyrics inspired me.

Who I am now was only an idea then. Odds are, based on how most people give up too soon, I’d be a failure, too. Took a year to lose a little weight and get brave enough to work with a trainer. First trainer was encouraging, but he probably didn’t believe. How could he? Middle aged overweight woman talking about being a bodybuilder – a life soo disciplined when discipline was clearly not my history with food and exercise. Second trainer taught me a lot, but he was jaded. Definitely didn’t believe and didn’t really care. Just a job and I was just another client. And then the Universe rallied and sent me all of the support I would need to finish.

You are all part of this. Thank you for hanging with me over this long process or for joining me now to push me to this first finish line.

That’s good enough for today. That’s really all that needs to be said.

Love this pic. Don’t think I have haters, but I definitely have something to prove to a few people. Support is important, but it’s not doing the work for you. No one, NO ONE, guarantees my success but me.


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