Last night in Flywheel I was basically in a race against another girl (lookin at you, bike 17). We were within 1 point of each other and were jostling for first and second place. I was in one of those moods where I just needed to kick ass, and I turned up my torque, lost my breath, and went after it.
And I couldn’t help thinking about how it’s been almost a year since AliO dragged me (literally, forced me) to my first class. How terrified I was that I wouldn’t be able to do it and would look stupid and have to stop. And I was right, that first class sucked. I was winded by the warm up, I sat a lot, thought I would throw up and ended with a score a solid 100 points below everyone else. But I got it done and fell in love with it.
And yesterday I pushed through and finished 1st by 2 points drenched in sweat, feeling super fit and proud.
The picture on the left was taken on New Years Eve 2015 and the one on the right was my first holiday party this year, almost a year to the day. I’m down 30 pounds, three dress sizes, and over the break bought a pair of jeans in my goal size. They may be one of those miracle sisterhood of the traveling pants types, but they fit. .
I’m definitely not done. I recommitted myself this year to getting back on the 4x week work outs, eating at home, and cutting down weekend drinking hoping to shave off another 10 pounds. But I am so proud of how far I’ve come.
Here’s to keeping on and kicking ass.
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