I am a little over an hour away from being tecnhiqually called 28. The first thing that came to mind was having to enter that into the cardio equipment at the gym, it will change my THR, will I be in a different age bracket on surveys? Why am I still living at home and don't have a career yet?
EERRRRRR...REWIND, STOP, HOLD UP MISS. NEGATIVO. Let me tell you, this is exactly the way of thinking I want to avoid. When that clock strikes midnight I will have another year of life experiences under my belt and out of 12 of those months about 9 of them were spent being single. If I can take my life back to last year I was dancing my ass off downtown in my over the knee boots, drinking the night away, falling and doing things I don't even remember. New Year's was the same, shakin my rum downtown and drinking my money away. What can I say, they call me Rumpshaker!
Fast forward to March and I'm at the St. Patrick's Day parade with work friends and my bestie Nicole. I had an absolute blast until I came home and puked, not from drinking too much but from eating too much. This was the turning point for me, I knew I needed a bigger goal, I knew this wasn't the way I wanted to experience life so I vowed to try and not drink for 30 days, I did it and have been going ever since. Not one drip of alcohol since March 21st, 2001. At this point I called up my current Trainer Ron and told him I wanted to start training for a show. I felt like it would be the drive I needed to stop my binging, my yo yo dieting and help me reach my goals and dreams. I went to Florida in May and felt like a complete frump dump. My friend Nicole had lost so much weight, the friend Kristin we were going to see was in the best shape of her life and I had boobs the size of watermelons and was binge eating up a storm.
When I came back from Florida I started training for a show that would take place in October. It was something like I never experienced before. I was still binging here and there but progress was occurring. I wasn't perfect, I got frustrated, I cried I even met a new guy in the process. Things were great, then all of a sudden they went sour and a week before the show I was seeing myself indulge in foods I never should have had in my hands and ended up looking worse on show date than I did the week before. I got dumped 2 days before, my heart was broken, I was upset, mad, sad, frustrated but yet still had to strut across the stage in a tini pink bikini and show the judges what I had accomplished. I was proud for doing it and I have become hooked. I have had time to indulge again and as I sit here and think about where I want my life to take me I think I am reaching the point where I either need to do it or just let it go. Considering that these are my dreams I think it's time I grow up and stop making excuses for myself.
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