I stood on the scale. I took my measurements. I planned my meals. I watched (and tried) a couple of the workouts. I am ready.
Too many excuses for not getting anything done before: I could go to the gym, but I won't (the closest gym is twenty minutes away and seems to be populated by local HS students). I could get on my treadmill, but I haven't (it makes a great clothes rack). I could go for walks, but it is too cold and gets dark so early (plus we don't have sidewalks out here in these parts).
But my doctor's words ring in my head: You are a walking time bomb. She later denied saying this to me, but she did. Two years ago. So, I can't wait anymore. I have an awesome husband and the most wonderful son and I do not want to miss out on anything. My greatest fear is not seeing N grow up or leaving L to do it all alone.
So, here I go....Tomorrow is Day 1 of my Turbo Fire challenge. Turbo Fire is made by Beachbody. Yeah, Beachbody. It almost makes me laugh, too. I mean sure, I would love to have a "beachbody," but that isn't my goal--well, maybe it is a little bit. BB also sells P90X. Yeah, that P90X. The informercial one. But I will say that one of the healthiest people I know and trust has been doing P90 for years (and I didn't even know it until I was talking to him about my plans to do TF). Maybe when I am done with TF, I'll try P90X. Maybe. Talk to me in 12 weeks. We'll wait to see how this intense cardio program works. I hope I don't pull anything or hurt myself, even though I am kind of counting on it. I don't say this because I am not committed to doing well; I say this because I am the girl who hobbled around for weeks after pulling a muscle bowling.
The next 12 weeks is definitely going to kick my 38%-body-fat ass! Wish me luck :)
I'll spare you all my starting measurements and photos. Maybe someday I will be brave enough to reveal all. Maybe when I reach my goal. Maybe when I reach the number I never thought I'd go over. Maybe when I am no longer a walking time bomb.
