I went grocery shopping yesterday and by the time I hit the deli section I was smiling my face off. In the dairy section I started giggling non-stop. The hubs just shook his head at me as I basically ran around the store checking the points on different foods and filling the cart.

I hadn’t been that excited about buying food in a long, long time.  I bought lots of fruit and veggies, chicken breasts, a zillion different kinds of yogurt and some treats like rice crackers (which I really do like). I also bought low-cal hot chocolate and chocolate mint creamer. A three point treat that relaxes me and when combined tastes like mint oreo cookies.

I’m really looking forward to seeing how the new exercise regime and weight watchers will work together to make me healthier.


A week in

So I’m a week in to my new exercise regime which consists of going to Krista’s Fusion Class three times a week and getting my ass handed to me. Sweet Lord love a duck it’s HARD. So fucking hard. And I am sore all the time. I’m assuming at some point my energy levels will increase and I’ll stop feeling like I’ve been hit by a snow plow. But as of now? Nope.

But …. I’m still enjoying the class for the most part. I love the cardio and I’m getting better at the weights. As for the floor work where we concentrate on things like abs or ass and get to do leg lifts, push ups, planks and such I think you would have to be mentally deficient to enjoy that. It sucks. It hurts. It’s hell. But I’m hearing it’s going to be worth.

I sure hope.

Scared shitless

So, I walk into where the exercise class I’ve signed up for is being held and nearly pass out. I generally don’t do well in new groups and I was walking into one that was already established. People were standing around in small groups talking, stretching. I walked in feeling like an elephant. I had no idea what I was doing, what I should be doing or what I would end up doing. I was near tears and very tempted to just bolt.

Then the instructor called my name so that I could get measures and weighed in, since I signed up for the six week weight loss challenge. Krista is da bomb. Seriously. Five seconds talking to her and I no longer felt like I was going to puke-cry-pass out.

I took my spot in the back, not really sure what kind of exercise we’d be doing. I had seen a post about the challenge on Facebook and just signed up.

Holy shit I had fun. I mean it. FUN. The music was kick-ass and the exercise was a combination of kick boxing, dance and weight training. Then there was some floor work for abs.

I left the class beyond exhausted and feeling like I was going to pass out, but for different reasons than when I walked in.  I was also smiling my face off like a twit.

Because I knew this was an exercise class I could stick to.