The Last Supper



Going out with a Bang



Birthday dinner was inhaled at my favorite Italian restaurant.  C. was there, looking like he was a witness to a crime.  Actually he was, because I murdered that meal.

There was pasta, there were drinks, and there was bread.

Then, I had to get up at 5:10 am this morning to get to my bootcamp at 5:30. 

Do I have a harder time than ever waking up in the morning after having two drinks the night before because of my age, or is this, too, attached to my physical condition?  Whatever the case, the alarm clock sounding at 5:10 felt like a cruel joke at my expense, and it made me feel that maybe those bellinis the night before were a mistake.

Still, I rolled out of bed, threw on the workout clothes that I had laid out the night before, and got my tired mound of flesh to bootcamp.

I've been bootcamping now for 2 years, off and on.  I suppose that this is another relationship that I have enjoyed, but never really allowed myself to fully commit.  I love my trainer, and I love that she works us hard--a challenging mix of cardio, weights, and anything else she throws at us.  It is just another thing that has easily in the past been pushed aside to accommodate other, less important things.  I've been monetarily paying for this camp for the past 2 years, but I am just now physically paying for not giving it my all during that same period of time.

Today, I set my sights on the next birthday, and somehow it seemed very easy.

I always felt that I was going to camp to get fit.  What I learned today, though, is that maybe I would have been more committed to my fitness before, if I actually had a goal set as well as a target date to achieve that goal.  What I've been doing for the past two years at camp is basically hanging out with a group of chicks, working out, and going home and not thinking much of it past that--kind of like going to a bar with your girlfiends, only healthier.  Going there this morning, focused on what I want to do, and when I want to have it done made for a very inspired workout, and set the tone for the rest of the day.

Day one was a success.  I know that I was boosted by the excitement of starting this project, but it was encouraging to know that I could make it through a day when I felt that every decision that I made was a good one, I fit in my exercise as I promised myself, and it actually felt easy.