PANIC!

So, I started back to Boot Camp right after labor day as planned - then I had a set back. Illness, then poison ivy, kids. You know how it goes...It seems like life always throws you a curve ball. (or two). Debi, sent me an e-mail the other day and told me to get measured this morning before class...MEASURED? Are you kidding me? My first thought was -no way- I can't get measured!?! I have gained weight and put on inches. I am sure of it. I can feel it. I know it. It makes sense. If you don't do as much as you have been doing it is bound to happen. Logical right? So my first reaction is panic. My next thought is don't go. If I put it off a week and work really hard...maybe, just maybe I will have not gone backwards. Okay? No not okay. Second thought is I have to go. I need to go. So I go.

It wasn't as bad as I expected. I gained a little on the scale and an inch or so. But I knew that in my heart (and my jeans). As I get older I am realizing that knowing it and dealing with it really is better than this whole I will pretend it isn't really happening craziness that I have tried to do for years.

The work out was great. I loved it! I am sore. I love that too. I saw some old friends and made some new ones. I remembered that we are in this together. I thrive on the teamwork and support. I am mostly proud of myself. I had a set back. I dealt with it. Had my reality check today. I am moving forward.